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 Bhutan and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 808 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 Yazoo to the rock 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 Procol Harum. All the underground hits.
All Ludus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Germs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Niagra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Livin' Joy,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
David Axelrod,
Niagra,
Rakim,
Andrew Hill,
Dark Day,
Hoover,
The Beau Brummels,
Anakelly,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Tom Boy,
Minnie Riperton,
The Red Krayola,
Davy DMX,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Harmonia,
Easy Going,
Lightning Bolt,
The Misunderstood,
John Holt,
Fat Boys,
Swans,
Eurythmics,
Amazonics,
Simply Red,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Buckinghams,
Thompson Twins,
Robert Hood,
Ten City,
Alphaville,
LL Cool J,
Interpol,
The Index,
Gang Starr,
Soft Cell,
Silicon Teens,
Black Moon,
Whodini,
Max Romeo,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Warren Ellis,
Lou Reed,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Delon & Dalcan,
Minny Pops,
Eric B and Rakim,
R.M.O.,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
B.T. Express,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
DNA,
Zero Boys,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Cramps,
Spandau Ballet, Spandau Ballet, Spandau Ballet, Spandau Ballet.
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.