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 Uganda and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Dead Boys to the punk 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 Patti Smith. All the underground hits.
All Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jacob Miller 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Seeds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Neon Judgement,
Popol Vuh,
June of 44,
Toni Rubio,
The Evens,
Barclay James Harvest,
Hardrive,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Erykah Badu,
Youth Brigade,
Cymande,
Ten City,
Rosa Yemen,
Grandmaster Flash,
Sparks,
Das Ding,
Mark Hollis,
Agitation Free,
Crispian St. Peters,
Wings,
Monks,
New Age Steppers,
R.M.O.,
Big Daddy Kane,
Jerry's Kids,
Minnie Riperton,
Wally Richardson,
The Angels of Light,
Ice-T,
48th St. Collective,
Lucky Dragons,
Alton Ellis,
Rites of Spring,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Jawbox,
Marvin Gaye,
Television Personalities,
Rekid,
the Sonics,
Tres Demented,
David McCallum,
The Zeros,
The Skatalites,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Cramps,
Girls At Our Best!,
the Soft Cell,
X-102,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Smiths,
Ohio Players,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Eric B and Rakim,
Flamin' Groovies,
Neil Young,
Tom Boy,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Black Flag,
Gerry Rafferty,
Radio Birdman,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic, Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic, Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic, Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic.
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.