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 Poland and from Philadelphia.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Paris.
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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 A Flock of Seagulls to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Jerry's Kids. All the underground hits.
All Theoretical Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bauhaus record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Massinfluence record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Sheep,
Wasted Youth,
Accadde A,
FM Einheit,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Lakeside,
Surgeon,
Sun City Girls,
Marc Almond,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Nico,
Gang Starr,
Tears for Fears,
Tommy Roe,
Maurizio,
The Toasters,
Jacob Miller,
Andrew Hill,
48th St. Collective,
Boogie Down Productions,
Ultra Naté,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Pole,
F. McDonald,
John Cale,
Cluster,
Rhythm & Sound,
Faust,
The Slits,
Black Moon,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Subhumans,
Joy Division,
Dave Gahan,
the Normal,
Roy Ayers,
Kenny Larkin,
Agent Orange,
Peter & Gordon,
Alice Coltrane,
cv313,
Heaven 17,
Fatback Band,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
a-ha,
Panda Bear,
Derrick May,
Todd Rundgren,
Glenn Branca,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Happenings,
Pussy Galore,
Bob Dylan,
Agitation Free,
The Seeds,
Main Source,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Slave,
Eric Dolphy, Eric Dolphy, Eric Dolphy, Eric Dolphy.
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.