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 Togo and from Portland.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 MDC. All the underground hits.
All Jacob Miller tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Livin' Joy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Big Daddy Kane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
China Crisis,
The Dave Clark Five,
Black Pus,
X-102,
K-Klass,
Lungfish,
The Martian,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
New Age Steppers,
Terry Callier,
Fugazi,
Sandy B,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Das Ding,
Grey Daturas,
June of 44,
Livin' Joy,
The Smoke,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Kerri Chandler,
F. McDonald,
The Vogues,
Don Cherry,
Siglo XX,
Mandrill,
Wally Richardson,
Con Funk Shun,
Amon Düül,
Urselle,
Little Man,
Tommy Roe,
Grandmaster Flash,
U.S. Maple,
Saccharine Trust,
Robert Wyatt,
Connie Case,
Ornette Coleman,
Oblivians,
Lou Reed,
L. Decosne,
UT,
Dawn Penn,
Mission of Burma,
Soft Cell,
The Barracudas,
The Pretty Things,
Barrington Levy,
The Zeros,
The Red Krayola,
Curtis Mayfield,
Crispy Ambulance,
Hot Snakes,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Happenings,
The Alarm Clocks,
Tubeway Army,
Roger Hodgson,
The Selecter,
Monks,
Gil Scott Heron,
Matthew Bourne,
Hasil Adkins,
Hardrive,
Moebius,
The Knickerbockers, The Knickerbockers, The Knickerbockers, The Knickerbockers.
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.