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 Sweden and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 Patti Smith to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Searchers. All the underground hits.
All The Mighty Diamonds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bang on a Can All-Stars 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marshall Jefferson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dennis Brown,
The Skatalites,
MDC,
Arthur Verocai,
Radio Birdman,
The Music Machine,
Skriet,
Franke,
Faraquet,
The Gories,
Amon Düül II,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Happenings,
The Modern Lovers,
Von Mondo,
Livin' Joy,
the Human League,
Lou Reed,
E-Dancer,
Derrick May,
Black Bananas,
Prince Buster,
Rites of Spring,
Godley & Creme,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Barbara Tucker,
New Age Steppers,
Kevin Saunderson,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Nas,
The New Christs,
Arab on Radar,
Pantytec,
Eurythmics,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Searchers,
a-ha,
Public Image Ltd.,
UT,
ABC,
LL Cool J,
Skarface,
48th St. Collective,
Infiniti,
Simply Red,
Crispian St. Peters,
Nils Olav,
Masters at Work,
The Durutti Column,
Glenn Branca,
Dual Sessions,
Janne Schatter,
Funky Four + One,
The Litter,
John Foxx,
Davy DMX,
These Immortal Souls,
Mars,
Buzzcocks,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Vogues, The Vogues, The Vogues, The Vogues.
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.