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 Grenada and from Taipei.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Gregory Isaacs to the jazz 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 Sonic Youth. All the underground hits.
All 10cc tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Five Americans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Buckinghams 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?
Brand Nubian,
The Moody Blues,
Althea and Donna,
Negative Approach,
Rod Modell,
Ralphi Rosario,
Arab on Radar,
B.T. Express,
Kas Product,
The Dirtbombs,
Fela Kuti,
Gong,
Toni Rubio,
ABBA,
Gang Green,
Bronski Beat,
Anakelly,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Alice Coltrane,
Scott Walker,
L. Decosne,
In Retrospect,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Oblivians,
Johnny Osbourne,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Sparks,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Joy Division,
Gabor Szabo,
Black Pus,
Television,
Nils Olav,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Ten City,
The Grass Roots,
Eric Dolphy,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Banda Bassotti,
Soul II Soul,
Faust,
Flamin' Groovies,
One Last Wish,
The Raincoats,
Siglo XX,
Warsaw,
The Tremeloes,
Colin Newman,
The Velvet Underground,
Crispian St. Peters,
Dead Boys,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Dead C,
Johnny Clarke,
Newcleus,
Black Flag,
The Mummies,
The Names, The Names, The Names, The Names.
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.