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 Dominica and from Halifax.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 güiro 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 Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz. All the underground hits.
All Das Ding tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Derrick May record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 an organ and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a 48th St. Collective record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ash Ra Tempel,
Terry Callier,
Cluster,
The Remains,
E-Dancer,
Don Cherry,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
T.S.O.L.,
Accadde A,
John Lydon,
Maurizio,
The Toasters,
Byron Stingily,
The Invisible,
Peter and Kerry,
Scientists,
La Düsseldorf,
Gabor Szabo,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Andrew Hill,
F. McDonald,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Modern Lovers,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Swans,
Kenny Larkin,
Ituana,
Hardrive,
John Cale,
Bobby Byrd,
The Beau Brummels,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Khruangbin,
Sun City Girls,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Barclay James Harvest,
Jawbox,
Roxette,
Pussy Galore,
Hot Snakes,
Arab on Radar,
Gregory Isaacs,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Wolf Eyes,
Robert Hood,
Agent Orange,
Delon & Dalcan,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Youth Brigade,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Traffic Nightmare,
Essential Logic,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Crispy Ambulance,
Quantec,
Visage,
Bizarre Inc.,
Bootsy's Rubber Band, Bootsy's Rubber Band, Bootsy's Rubber Band, Bootsy's Rubber Band.
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.