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 Botswana and from Glasgow.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 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 The Motions to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Beasts of Bourbon. All the underground hits.
All The Seeds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pylon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Piero Umiliani record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Reed,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Monks,
Lalo Schifrin,
Henry Cow,
Unrelated Segments,
The Smiths,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Five Americans,
Negative Approach,
Sexual Harrassment,
Nation of Ulysses,
Loose Ends,
Bob Dylan,
Bobby Sherman,
Eric Copeland,
Robert Görl,
Alphaville,
Moby Grape,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Technova,
Magma,
Terry Callier,
Motorama,
Grey Daturas,
Gabor Szabo,
Tubeway Army,
Chris Corsano,
Drexciya,
Davy DMX,
Todd Terry,
Carl Craig,
Lyres,
Eric B and Rakim,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Joe Finger,
Oneida,
Camouflage,
Roy Ayers,
Kas Product,
Lower 48,
Cabaret Voltaire,
June Days,
cv313,
Ice-T,
Drive Like Jehu,
Junior Murvin,
Wasted Youth,
Vladislav Delay,
The Happenings,
Easy Going,
L. Decosne,
Pagans,
Johnny Clarke,
Hasil Adkins,
Bang On A Can,
Reagan Youth,
Shoche,
Ultravox,
Procol Harum,
Bobby Hutcherson, Bobby Hutcherson, Bobby Hutcherson, Bobby Hutcherson.
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.