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 Uzbekistan and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 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 Reuben Wilson to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Tres Demented. All the underground hits.
All Eyeless In Gaza tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Supertramp 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a New Age Steppers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dennis Brown,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Detroit Cobras,
Tommy Roe,
Gabor Szabo,
Adolescents,
Negative Approach,
Visage,
The Cowsills,
Section 25,
X-101,
Joensuu 1685,
Ice-T,
Mark Hollis,
Mo-Dettes,
Radiohead,
Scott Walker,
kango's stein massive,
The Tremeloes,
Harpers Bizarre,
UT,
Brass Construction,
Metal Thangz,
Girls At Our Best!,
Lou Reed,
Pantytec,
Carl Craig,
Juan Atkins,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Sonny Sharrock,
Leonard Cohen,
Lalo Schifrin,
Kerri Chandler,
Brick,
The Beau Brummels,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Joe Smooth,
Cecil Taylor,
Rhythm & Sound,
Kerrie Biddell,
Jimmy McGriff,
Fluxion,
Scion,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
the Sonics,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Alison Limerick,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Laurel Aitken,
Silicon Teens,
Buzzcocks,
Roger Hodgson,
New York Dolls,
Eric Copeland,
Rotary Connection,
Symarip,
Pierre Henry,
The Trojans,
Erasure,
Half Japanese,
8 Eyed Spy, 8 Eyed Spy, 8 Eyed Spy, 8 Eyed Spy.
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.