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 Ireland and from Houston.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Fort Wilson Riot to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 the Swans. All the underground hits.
All Jeff Lynne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gong record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 organ and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cramps record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lindisfarne,
Mary Jane Girls,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Evens,
Hot Snakes,
Babytalk,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Make Up,
Nas,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Gil Scott Heron,
Popol Vuh,
The American Breed,
Gang Starr,
cv313,
Nik Kershaw,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Tres Demented,
Jeru the Damaja,
Marine Girls,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Harry Pussy,
Brass Construction,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Rakim,
Crime,
Marcia Griffiths,
Glambeats Corp.,
Lebanon Hanover,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Patti Smith,
DJ Sneak,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Ronan,
U.S. Maple,
Q65,
Oneida,
Zapp,
Kevin Saunderson,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Con Funk Shun,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Khruangbin,
The Music Machine,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Young Rascals,
Susan Cadogan,
Saccharine Trust,
The Moody Blues,
Kenny Larkin,
FM Einheit,
Avey Tare,
EPMD,
Toni Rubio,
Tears for Fears,
Joey Negro,
Ponytail,
The Modern Lovers,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan.
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.