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 Cameroon and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and New York.
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 Los Fastidios to the grime 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 The Associates. All the underground hits.
All Connie Case tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Sheep 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 marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yusef Lateef record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pussy Galore,
The Detroit Cobras,
Bang On A Can,
Curtis Mayfield,
Al Stewart,
Harpers Bizarre,
Morten Harket,
Mr. Review,
The Wake,
June Days,
Index,
Gong,
the Swans,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Soul II Soul,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Arthur Verocai,
Bobby Sherman,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Agent Orange,
The Saints,
The Sonics,
Ultimate Spinach,
U.S. Maple,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Tres Demented,
Newcleus,
Brothers Johnson,
Alice Coltrane,
Scion,
The Grass Roots,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Wings,
Joey Negro,
Young Marble Giants,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Gang Gang Dance,
Harmonia,
The Martian,
Blossom Toes,
The Associates,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Dark Day,
Avey Tare,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Smiths,
Hardrive,
Gastr Del Sol,
Rapeman,
EPMD,
Scrapy,
The Doors,
Motorama,
Gabor Szabo,
John Cale,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Peter and Kerry,
Wally Richardson,
Maleditus Sound,
Jerry's Kids,
Iggy Pop, Iggy Pop, Iggy Pop, Iggy Pop.
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.