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 South Sudan and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Jakarta.
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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
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 Barrington Levy to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Sex Pistols. All the underground hits.
All The Monochrome Set tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Electric Prunes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Red Lorry Yellow Lorry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Todd Terry,
Scion,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Cameo,
The Happenings,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Black Dice,
Kerrie Biddell,
Das Ding,
MDC,
Buzzcocks,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Grauzone,
Procol Harum,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Motions,
Porter Ricks,
the Sonics,
The Fugs,
Jacob Miller,
Todd Rundgren,
Bush Tetras,
Funkadelic,
Country Teasers,
Camberwell Now,
Television Personalities,
ABBA,
Dual Sessions,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Jerry Gold Smith,
the Normal,
Yellowson,
Patti Smith,
Fluxion,
Stockholm Monsters,
Monolake,
Black Bananas,
Kerri Chandler,
Oneida,
Shuggie Otis,
Sun City Girls,
Infiniti,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Scientists,
Pole,
Spandau Ballet,
Danielle Patucci,
Youth Brigade,
The Residents,
Eden Ahbez,
Simply Red,
Bobby Womack,
Rapeman,
Black Sheep,
The Modern Lovers,
The Five Americans,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Yaz,
Average White Band,
Lightning Bolt, Lightning Bolt, Lightning Bolt, Lightning Bolt.
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.