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 Palau and from Accra.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the güiro 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 The Five Americans to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 The Motions. All the underground hits.
All Henry Cow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mantronix record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 an arpeggiator and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Durutti Column record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eric Copeland,
Theoretical Girls,
The Human League,
Wings,
Brand Nubian,
Yaz,
Jawbox,
Jeff Mills,
Nils Olav,
Intrusion,
Bootsy Collins,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Mark Hollis,
The Residents,
Radio Birdman,
David Bowie,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Marvin Gaye,
Patti Smith,
Joe Smooth,
Infiniti,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Matthew Halsall,
Grauzone,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Selecter,
Supertramp,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Blues Magoos,
Chris Corsano,
Chris & Cosey,
Agitation Free,
Joey Negro,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Blancmange,
Quadrant,
Bill Wells,
Derrick Morgan,
One Last Wish,
DNA,
Arab on Radar,
Pantytec,
Blake Baxter,
Ralphi Rosario,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Porter Ricks,
New Order,
Television,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Lower 48,
Lou Reed,
Audionom,
Ponytail,
Deakin,
cv313,
Harmonia,
Public Enemy,
The Monks,
Crooked Eye,
LL Cool J,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Lindisfarne,
The Gun Club, The Gun Club, The Gun Club, The Gun Club.
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.