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 Indonesia and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the güiro 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 Shoche to the rock 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 Saccharine Trust. All the underground hits.
All Kerrie Biddell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Magazine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
AZ,
David Axelrod,
U.S. Maple,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Inner City,
Soft Cell,
Heaven 17,
Derrick May,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Intrusion,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Lalann,
Underground Resistance,
The Mojo Men,
The Skatalites,
Dual Sessions,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Wasted Youth,
Outsiders,
the Association,
D'Angelo,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Neon Judgement,
Morten Harket,
Easy Going,
Chris Corsano,
cv313,
Jeru the Damaja,
Average White Band,
Mr. Review,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Pere Ubu,
Dennis Brown,
Ohio Players,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Max Romeo,
Dead Boys,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Schoolly D,
Stetsasonic,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
David Bowie,
The Litter,
Rites of Spring,
Marshall Jefferson,
Robert Hood,
Rosa Yemen,
Gabor Szabo,
Bluetip,
Shoche,
Ludus,
Prince Buster,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Babytalk,
Brothers Johnson,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Sixth Finger,
Scratch Acid, Scratch Acid, Scratch Acid, Scratch Acid.
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.