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 Brunei and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 Unrelated Segments to the crunk 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 DeepChord presents Echospace. All the underground hits.
All Icehouse tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Colin Newman record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a AZ record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tears for Fears,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Tropical Tobacco,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Moby Grape,
K-Klass,
Gang Gang Dance,
Dennis Brown,
Gabor Szabo,
Parry Music,
Fear,
Qualms,
Schoolly D,
Crash Course in Science,
Ludus,
Organ,
U.S. Maple,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Crooked Eye,
Sparks,
The Blues Magoos,
Swell Maps,
Duran Duran,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Invisible,
Ronan,
Sex Pistols,
the Slits,
X-101,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Faraquet,
The Young Rascals,
PIL,
Joe Smooth,
Dark Day,
Davy DMX,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
A Certain Ratio,
Loose Ends,
Barry Ungar,
Barbara Tucker,
Sugar Minott,
Metal Thangz,
Bobby Sherman,
Joy Division,
Section 25,
Spandau Ballet,
Lou Reed,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Make Up,
Funky Four + One,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Monochrome Set,
Marmalade,
Public Enemy,
Lalo Schifrin,
Sonic Youth,
Scratch Acid,
Eric Dolphy,
Todd Terry,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Wake,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap.
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.