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 China and from Spokane.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 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 Lafayette Afro Rock Band to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Eli Mardock. All the underground hits.
All Bronski Beat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marcia Griffiths record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joey Negro record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tommy Roe,
Stetsasonic,
Suburban Knight,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Marmalade,
Subhumans,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
World's Most,
Stiv Bators,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Franke,
Dave Gahan,
The Sisters of Mercy,
X-102,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Bad Manners,
Average White Band,
Hasil Adkins,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Main Source,
Radiopuhelimet,
Grandmaster Flash,
Tubeway Army,
Inner City,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Agitation Free,
Saccharine Trust,
The Motions,
Sunsets and Hearts,
48th St. Collective,
Ornette Coleman,
Gabor Szabo,
Television,
Theoretical Girls,
Popol Vuh,
Man Eating Sloth,
Fugazi,
The Black Dice,
Bobby Sherman,
Boz Scaggs,
Peter and Kerry,
New Age Steppers,
Tom Boy,
Model 500,
Skarface,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Divine Comedy,
Thompson Twins,
Brothers Johnson,
The Five Americans,
Scott Walker,
the Fania All-Stars,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Neu!,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Roy Ayers,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Excepter,
Brick, Brick, Brick, Brick.
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.