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 Zimbabwe and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 Davy DMX to the electroclash 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 The Beau Brummels. All the underground hits.
All Boogie Down Productions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Livin' Joy 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gong record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Skarface,
Mars,
The Gap Band,
the Soft Cell,
LL Cool J,
Robert Wyatt,
Siglo XX,
Lightning Bolt,
Con Funk Shun,
Todd Rundgren,
Drexciya,
Rosa Yemen,
Kurtis Blow,
Bluetip,
Lakeside,
The Durutti Column,
Man Eating Sloth,
Brothers Johnson,
Fear,
Eric B and Rakim,
World's Most,
Tubeway Army,
The Grass Roots,
Kenny Larkin,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Urselle,
Wolf Eyes,
Crooked Eye,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Fire Engines,
Can,
The Searchers,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Maleditus Sound,
The Angels of Light,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Divine Comedy,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Depeche Mode,
Erykah Badu,
June Days,
Cymande,
The Detroit Cobras,
David McCallum,
The Star Department,
Monks,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Vladislav Delay,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Heaven 17,
Crash Course in Science,
Man Parrish,
The Alarm Clocks,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Al Stewart,
Tears for Fears,
Supertramp,
The Remains,
Quando Quango,
Roy Ayers,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Crispy Ambulance,
Carl Craig, Carl Craig, Carl Craig, Carl Craig.
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.