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 Uruguay and from Seoul.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 This Heat to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Angels of Light & Akron/Family. All the underground hits.
All The Gun Club tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Red Lorry Yellow Lorry 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Knickerbockers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Groovy Waters,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Idris Muhammad,
Franke,
Arab on Radar,
Boredoms,
Intrusion,
Crime,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Nas,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
June of 44,
Darondo,
Toni Rubio,
Traffic Nightmare,
Joe Smooth,
Faraquet,
Inner City,
Dennis Brown,
Flipper,
Rosa Yemen,
Interpol,
Todd Rundgren,
Zero Boys,
Unwound,
A Certain Ratio,
The Real Kids,
Q65,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Music Machine,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Standells,
Bush Tetras,
New Order,
Bang On A Can,
48th St. Collective,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Human League,
The Walker Brothers,
The New Christs,
Iggy Pop,
Hasil Adkins,
Crash Course in Science,
New Age Steppers,
Delta 5,
Ludus,
Magma,
Wings,
The Gladiators,
Porter Ricks,
Television Personalities,
The Black Dice,
Von Mondo,
Negative Approach,
F. McDonald,
Kayak,
The Saints,
Danielle Patucci,
Isaac Hayes,
Judy Mowatt, Judy Mowatt, Judy Mowatt, Judy Mowatt.
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.