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 Gabon and from Sao Paulo.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 snare 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 David Axelrod to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Barclay James Harvest. All the underground hits.
All Jawbox tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Donny Hathaway record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Beasts of Bourbon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Connie Case,
Royal Trux,
Crooked Eye,
Animal Collective,
Urselle,
John Holt,
Echospace,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Stockholm Monsters,
Rotary Connection,
Bill Near,
The Buckinghams,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Knickerbockers,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Lyres,
Eve St. Jones,
The Slackers,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Iggy Pop,
Althea and Donna,
Man Eating Sloth,
T.S.O.L.,
James White and The Blacks,
The Cramps,
Max Romeo,
Sex Pistols,
Fugazi,
The Smoke,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Accadde A,
Drexciya,
Quando Quango,
Todd Rundgren,
The Monochrome Set,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Man Parrish,
Terrestrial Tones,
Laurel Aitken,
Michelle Simonal,
Howard Jones,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Country Teasers,
Deakin,
Babytalk,
Monks,
Joyce Sims,
Country Joe & The Fish,
the Bar-Kays,
Matthew Halsall,
Lightning Bolt,
The Dave Clark Five,
the Soft Cell,
Sound Behaviour,
The Moody Blues,
Bootsy Collins,
Matthew Bourne,
Eric B and Rakim,
Nick Fraelich,
The Busters,
the Fania All-Stars, the Fania All-Stars, the Fania All-Stars, the Fania All-Stars.
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.