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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 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 ABBA to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Au Pairs. All the underground hits.
All Leonard Cohen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Byrd record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Boogie Down Productions,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Lebanon Hanover,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Absolute Body Control,
Neu!,
The Blackbyrds,
Animal Collective,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
the Sonics,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Slackers,
the Germs,
Lalo Schifrin,
Monks,
Make Up,
Babytalk,
Maleditus Sound,
Rakim,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Black Bananas,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Seeds,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Lower 48,
Warren Ellis,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Lou Christie,
Quantec,
Warsaw,
Organ,
The Cosmic Jokers,
the Slits,
Aaron Thompson,
The Gun Club,
The Cure,
48th St. Collective,
Chrome,
The Leaves,
Metal Thangz,
The Monks,
Cal Tjader,
Jesper Dahlback,
Franke,
The Red Krayola,
DNA,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Pet Shop Boys,
H. Thieme,
Stereo Dub,
Y Pants,
DJ Sneak,
Crispian St. Peters,
Andrew Hill,
the Human League,
Mission of Burma,
The Neon Judgement,
Wolf Eyes,
The Selecter,
Moby Grape,
cv313,
Black Flag,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan, Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan, Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan, Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan.
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.