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 Armenia 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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 Television Personalities to the punk 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 Notorious Big And Bone Thugs. All the underground hits.
All Heaven 17 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dennis Brown 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jimmy McGriff record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Archie Shepp,
Lou Christie,
Ultimate Spinach,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
UT,
Harmonia,
Kenny Larkin,
The Gun Club,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Kerri Chandler,
The Doobie Brothers,
Janne Schatter,
Minnie Riperton,
Pulsallama,
Pantytec,
Tom Boy,
Marcia Griffiths,
Don Cherry,
the Sonics,
Peter and Kerry,
Lightning Bolt,
Motorama,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Young Marble Giants,
PIL,
The Index,
Theoretical Girls,
Flash Fearless,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Ponytail,
Gerry Rafferty,
Maleditus Sound,
Glenn Branca,
The Cramps,
Newcleus,
Smog,
The New Christs,
Faust,
Dave Gahan,
Sonny Sharrock,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Brass Construction,
Fat Boys,
Ohio Players,
X-Ray Spex,
Barrington Levy,
Erykah Badu,
The Cure,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Bobby Womack,
Massinfluence,
Public Enemy,
The Monks,
Outsiders,
Hot Snakes,
the Human League,
The Shadows of Knight,
Can,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines, Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines, Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines, Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines.
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.