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 Cambodia and from Edmonton.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 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 Erasure to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Slave. All the underground hits.
All EPMD tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Henry Cow record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 güiro and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Amon Düül record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Blackbyrds,
David Bowie,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Cramps,
Fad Gadget,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Danielle Patucci,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Lucky Dragons,
Y Pants,
The Kinks,
Ronnie Foster,
Radio Birdman,
The Evens,
Quando Quango,
Peter and Kerry,
Gang of Four,
The Selecter,
Liliput,
a-ha,
UT,
The Golliwogs,
The Fugs,
Rotary Connection,
Ornette Coleman,
Iggy Pop,
Blake Baxter,
The Cowsills,
Oblivians,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Letta Mbulu,
Frankie Knuckles,
James White and The Blacks,
Warsaw,
David McCallum,
Patti Smith,
the Fania All-Stars,
Carl Craig,
Yaz,
Sam Rivers,
KRS-One,
Soul II Soul,
The Remains,
Jesper Dahlback,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Scientists,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Schoolly D,
Hoover,
Nico,
The Happenings,
10cc,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Chris & Cosey,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Grauzone,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Jerry Gold Smith, Jerry Gold Smith, Jerry Gold Smith, Jerry Gold Smith.
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.