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 Austria and from London.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Searchers to the electroclash 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 Andrew Hill. All the underground hits.
All Groovy Waters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rod Modell 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gabor Szabo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Delta 5,
Tommy Roe,
Infiniti,
The Five Americans,
the Normal,
Fugazi,
Wasted Youth,
Negative Approach,
The Fugs,
Q and Not U,
This Heat,
Basic Channel,
Moebius,
Banda Bassotti,
The Leaves,
Funky Four + One,
Agent Orange,
Oneida,
The Velvet Underground,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Birthday Party,
Alison Limerick,
Nirvana,
Lou Christie,
The Buckinghams,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Cameo,
The American Breed,
Electric Prunes,
Shoche,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Los Fastidios,
kango's stein massive,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Absolute Body Control,
Susan Cadogan,
Khruangbin,
Procol Harum,
AZ,
Arthur Verocai,
The Monochrome Set,
Josef K,
Excepter,
Jacob Miller,
Graham Central Station,
Davy DMX,
Cybotron,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Soulsonic Force,
Ponytail,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Jandek,
David Axelrod, David Axelrod, David Axelrod, David Axelrod.
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.