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 St Lucia and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in London.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Winnipeg.
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 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 Donald Fagen 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 Yellowson to the electroclash 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 Major Organ And The Adding Machine. All the underground hits.
All Dennis Brown tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Byrd record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a This Heat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Clear Light,
Vainqueur,
Rhythm & Sound,
Rod Modell,
Qualms,
L. Decosne,
the Human League,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Sugar Minott,
The United States of America,
Stetsasonic,
Morten Harket,
Nils Olav,
Scott Walker,
Glambeats Corp.,
Gerry Rafferty,
Pussy Galore,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Lightning Bolt,
Girls At Our Best!,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Curtis Mayfield,
Bang On A Can,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Cymande,
Camberwell Now,
Jeff Lynne,
Mad Mike,
Subhumans,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Can,
Animal Collective,
The Invisible,
R.M.O.,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Kurtis Blow,
The Gun Club,
Bizarre Inc.,
T.S.O.L.,
Mars,
Roger Hodgson,
Q65,
Spandau Ballet,
Kayak,
The Wake,
Carl Craig,
Half Japanese,
Joy Division,
Crash Course in Science,
Gil Scott Heron,
John Coltrane,
Nation of Ulysses,
Lindisfarne,
the Germs,
Jerry's Kids,
Robert Wyatt,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Faust,
Barbara Tucker,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo, Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo, Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo, Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo.
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.