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 United Kingdom and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Jakarta.
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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Livin' Joy to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 David Axelrod. All the underground hits.
All The Doobie Brothers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barclay James Harvest record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 a rhodes and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Archie Shepp record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tropical Tobacco,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Remains,
Maurizio,
Los Fastidios,
Tim Buckley,
Animal Collective,
T. Rex,
David McCallum,
Harmonia,
Unwound,
The Raincoats,
The Walker Brothers,
Patti Smith,
Nirvana,
The Golliwogs,
Popol Vuh,
The Trojans,
Ronnie Foster,
Maleditus Sound,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
John Coltrane,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Mary Jane Girls,
Audionom,
Television Personalities,
Scan 7,
Pet Shop Boys,
Fear,
The Fugs,
Dead Boys,
Big Daddy Kane,
Minor Threat,
Radio Birdman,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Panda Bear,
Sam Rivers,
Television,
Grandmaster Flash,
Dark Day,
Eric Copeland,
World's Most,
Carl Craig,
Flamin' Groovies,
Pantaleimon,
Angry Samoans,
U.S. Maple,
Fat Boys,
Deadbeat,
Mission of Burma,
Lyres,
Cheater Slicks,
The Five Americans,
The Saints,
Intrusion,
Freddie Wadling,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Scott Walker,
The Music Machine,
The Searchers,
Kayak,
Schoolly D,
Heavy D & The Boyz, Heavy D & The Boyz, Heavy D & The Boyz, Heavy D & The Boyz.
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.