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 Luxembourg and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 spring reverb 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 Nation of Ulysses to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Neu!. All the underground hits.
All Flamin' Groovies tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stockholm Monsters 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a 10cc record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Henry Cow,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Massinfluence,
The Vogues,
Dawn Penn,
John Coltrane,
Dennis Brown,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Gories,
The Evens,
Eve St. Jones,
Rhythm & Sound,
Unwound,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Barracudas,
Oblivians,
Aswad,
World's Most,
Max Romeo,
Mars,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Liliput,
Stereo Dub,
Angry Samoans,
The Skatalites,
Derrick May,
The Blackbyrds,
Roger Hodgson,
The Blues Magoos,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Hardrive,
The Slackers,
Cluster,
Danielle Patucci,
Animal Collective,
Newcleus,
Robert Hood,
Theoretical Girls,
Radiopuhelimet,
Niagra,
Maurizio,
Agitation Free,
Funkadelic,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Bobby Hutcherson,
R.M.O.,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Oneida,
Rekid,
Black Bananas,
Echospace,
Sandy B,
Ossler,
Gong,
the Normal,
F. McDonald,
Bluetip,
Stockholm Monsters,
Lalann,
The Neon Judgement,
Mark Hollis,
Iggy Pop,
The Victims, The Victims, The Victims, The Victims.
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.