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 Dominica and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the güiro 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 The Fire Engines to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Hot Snakes. All the underground hits.
All Black Bananas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Beau Brummels record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Circle Jerks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alice Coltrane,
the Normal,
Arthur Verocai,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Sun Ra,
The Mojo Men,
Y Pants,
The Trojans,
Soul II Soul,
Harpers Bizarre,
Japan,
Angry Samoans,
Joy Division,
David Axelrod,
Fear,
Reuben Wilson,
Man Parrish,
Ludus,
Skarface,
Ultra Naté,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The New Christs,
The Sonics,
Charles Mingus,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Eve St. Jones,
Max Romeo,
Rufus Thomas,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Neon Judgement,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
James Chance & The Contortions,
DJ Style,
Blossom Toes,
Gerry Rafferty,
Sister Nancy,
Tomorrow,
John Cale,
The Cowsills,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Das Ding,
Eddi Front,
Funkadelic,
Bootsy Collins,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Gap Band,
The Young Rascals,
Audionom,
The Last Poets,
The Sound,
Flamin' Groovies,
Joensuu 1685,
Kurtis Blow,
Sonic Youth,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Throbbing Gristle,
Marine Girls,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Interpol,
The Selecter,
Boz Scaggs,
June of 44, June of 44, June of 44, June of 44.
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.