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 Ivory Coast and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Lebanon Hanover to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 London Community Gospel Choir. All the underground hits.
All Kevin Saunderson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cecil Taylor record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Terrestrial Tones,
Warren Ellis,
Zapp,
Lyres,
T. Rex,
Khruangbin,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Andrew Hill,
Chrome,
The Searchers,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Television,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Roger Hodgson,
Curtis Mayfield,
Dave Gahan,
Youth Brigade,
Royal Trux,
Bobby Byrd,
Arab on Radar,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Moody Blues,
Jeff Lynne,
Gang of Four,
The Cure,
Mark Hollis,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
MC5,
Delon & Dalcan,
Smog,
Man Parrish,
Anthony Braxton,
Animal Collective,
Faust,
Davy DMX,
Amon Düül II,
Drexciya,
Kerri Chandler,
The Buckinghams,
Throbbing Gristle,
K-Klass,
The Electric Prunes,
The Shadows of Knight,
the Bar-Kays,
The Alarm Clocks,
Bad Manners,
Livin' Joy,
Spoonie Gee,
The Birthday Party,
Scrapy,
Soft Machine,
the Slits,
The Young Rascals,
Buzzcocks,
10cc,
The Monks,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Sugar Minott,
Average White Band,
Hasil Adkins,
The Slackers,
D'Angelo, D'Angelo, D'Angelo, D'Angelo.
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.