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 Uganda and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Kenny Larkin to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Adolescents. All the underground hits.
All Eve St. Jones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joe Finger record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Golliwogs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Busters,
Altered Images,
Boz Scaggs,
Terry Callier,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Marine Girls,
Don Cherry,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Angry Samoans,
Babytalk,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Scott Walker,
Jacques Brel,
Donny Hathaway,
Fat Boys,
John Coltrane,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
OOIOO,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Jacob Miller,
Derrick Morgan,
Funkadelic,
Monks,
Second Layer,
Rufus Thomas,
The Star Department,
Byron Stingily,
Tubeway Army,
Duran Duran,
The Five Americans,
Barrington Levy,
David Axelrod,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Khruangbin,
The Divine Comedy,
The Gories,
Lower 48,
Max Romeo,
Suicide,
Bang On A Can,
The J.B.'s,
Rakim,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Can,
Lee Hazlewood,
Desert Stars,
Main Source,
Bob Dylan,
Ludus,
The Techniques,
Cameo,
The Happenings,
Guru Guru,
The Litter,
Lakeside,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Franke,
Quando Quango,
The Real Kids,
The Durutti Column,
The Dirtbombs, The Dirtbombs, The Dirtbombs, The Dirtbombs.
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.