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 Dominican Republic and from Manila.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Minnie Riperton to the punk 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 Slick Rick. All the underground hits.
All The Doors tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crime 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Silicon Teens record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stereo Dub,
Section 25,
Junior Murvin,
Dawn Penn,
The Skatalites,
The Doobie Brothers,
Lebanon Hanover,
Marcia Griffiths,
Susan Cadogan,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Das Ding,
Bill Wells,
Minor Threat,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Reuben Wilson,
Monks,
Howard Jones,
June Days,
Liliput,
The New Christs,
FM Einheit,
Graham Central Station,
Popol Vuh,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Boogie Down Productions,
Brothers Johnson,
Intrusion,
Echospace,
John Coltrane,
The Dirtbombs,
Surgeon,
Subhumans,
Nick Fraelich,
Jandek,
Gerry Rafferty,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Maleditus Sound,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Ash Ra Tempel,
Basic Channel,
Crooked Eye,
Lee Hazlewood,
Qualms,
Moebius,
the Association,
Idris Muhammad,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Average White Band,
Monolake,
Yellowson,
Motorama,
Hardrive,
Darondo,
Ultimate Spinach,
Morten Harket,
The Offenders,
Gang Starr,
The Blues Magoos,
Ponytail,
The Sonics,
AZ, AZ, AZ, AZ.
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.