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 Russia and from Winnipeg.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Gabor Szabo to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Porter Ricks. All the underground hits.
All La Düsseldorf tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tomorrow record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 snare and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Detroit Cobras record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
T.S.O.L.,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Young Rascals,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Joe Finger,
Deakin,
Grauzone,
Main Source,
Delta 5,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Wolf Eyes,
Charles Mingus,
Barry Ungar,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Skaos,
Interpol,
The Doors,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Ituana,
The Evens,
the Germs,
The Durutti Column,
The Techniques,
Kool Moe Dee,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Man Parrish,
The Human League,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Offenders,
Nick Fraelich,
T. Rex,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Joensuu 1685,
Arthur Verocai,
Wasted Youth,
Black Flag,
Cheater Slicks,
Nils Olav,
Amon Düül II,
Archie Shepp,
Accadde A,
Jeff Lynne,
Crispian St. Peters,
EPMD,
Lightning Bolt,
The Martian,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Q and Not U,
Bluetip,
Rosa Yemen,
The Fall,
Radiohead,
Marshall Jefferson,
Bill Near,
Neu!,
Scion,
The Leaves,
Cluster,
Trumans Water,
Scientists,
The Doobie Brothers,
Prince Buster,
Rekid, Rekid, Rekid, Rekid.
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.