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 Congo and from Tehran.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Bill Near to the grunge 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 Jesper Dahlbäck. All the underground hits.
All Frankie Knuckles tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Richard Hell and the Voidoids record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 808 and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soul Sonic Force record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Maurizio,
Ohio Players,
Second Layer,
Rosa Yemen,
Los Fastidios,
Fad Gadget,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Clear Light,
The Grass Roots,
Sexual Harrassment,
Pagans,
Gichy Dan,
The Invisible,
Alton Ellis,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Siglo XX,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Unwound,
Dual Sessions,
Sixth Finger,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Residents,
The Selecter,
Faraquet,
The Sound,
a-ha,
Fat Boys,
Technova,
Vainqueur,
Barclay James Harvest,
Pet Shop Boys,
Ralphi Rosario,
Lee Hazlewood,
U.S. Maple,
Radiopuhelimet,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Victims,
Aaron Thompson,
Yazoo,
Slave,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Smoke,
La Düsseldorf,
The Fuzztones,
Loose Ends,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Davy DMX,
The Move,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Depeche Mode,
Outsiders,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Delta 5,
Model 500,
Warsaw,
The Vogues,
Quando Quango,
London Community Gospel Choir, London Community Gospel Choir, London Community Gospel Choir, London Community Gospel Choir.
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.