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 Mauritania and from Tokyo.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Urselle to the dance 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 Toasters. All the underground hits.
All Pulsallama tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Human League 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Youth Brigade record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tres Demented,
Piero Umiliani,
Wally Richardson,
The Associates,
Joe Finger,
The Misunderstood,
Robert Wyatt,
Gang Green,
Funkadelic,
Buzzcocks,
Davy DMX,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Busters,
Metal Thangz,
Jerry's Kids,
Ice-T,
The Doobie Brothers,
Hardrive,
Das Ding,
Negative Approach,
Traffic Nightmare,
Morten Harket,
Au Pairs,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Swell Maps,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Bill Wells,
Spoonie Gee,
48th St. Collective,
Graham Central Station,
Bizarre Inc.,
New Order,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Avey Tare,
Fear,
AZ,
James White and The Blacks,
Average White Band,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Frankie Knuckles,
Intrusion,
Roxy Music,
Accadde A,
The Fortunes,
L. Decosne,
Mo-Dettes,
Procol Harum,
Hot Snakes,
Visage,
Alton Ellis,
Derrick May,
Make Up,
Camouflage,
Half Japanese,
Technova,
Country Teasers,
The Cramps,
The Monks,
The Invisible,
Kerri Chandler,
the Soft Cell,
F. McDonald,
Lou Reed & Metallica, Lou Reed & Metallica, Lou Reed & Metallica, Lou Reed & Metallica.
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.