Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Mozambique and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Prince Buster to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by 10cc. All the underground hits.
All Arab on Radar tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Louis and Bebe Barron record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Throbbing Gristle record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Judy Mowatt,
Shuggie Otis,
The Birthday Party,
the Swans,
The Cure,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Flamin' Groovies,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
La Düsseldorf,
Aloha Tigers,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Pere Ubu,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Kevin Saunderson,
Icehouse,
Popol Vuh,
Harry Pussy,
Deepchord,
Ralphi Rosario,
Tom Boy,
The Associates,
Oblivians,
X-101,
Peter and Kerry,
The Kinks,
T. Rex,
Sister Nancy,
Colin Newman,
Cal Tjader,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Agent Orange,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Marshall Jefferson,
Main Source,
The Blackbyrds,
Donald Byrd,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The United States of America,
The Divine Comedy,
Funkadelic,
Lee Hazlewood,
8 Eyed Spy,
Matthew Bourne,
Flash Fearless,
ABBA,
Masters at Work,
Funky Four + One,
Cameo,
Eli Mardock,
Faraquet,
The Seeds,
Althea and Donna,
The Gun Club,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Eddi Front,
The Pop Group,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Faust,
Wasted Youth, Wasted Youth, Wasted Youth, Wasted Youth.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.