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 India and from Madrid.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
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 The Happenings to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Deadbeat. All the underground hits.
All Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ossler 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Thompson Twins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Man Parrish,
Iggy Pop,
Maleditus Sound,
Average White Band,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Funky Four + One,
Maurizio,
R.M.O.,
Angry Samoans,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Star Department,
Marmalade,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Gang of Four,
Ponytail,
Chris Corsano,
Nils Olav,
Bobby Byrd,
PIL,
Arab on Radar,
UT,
Sonic Youth,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Vainqueur,
John Foxx,
Magazine,
the Bar-Kays,
Gang Starr,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Barclay James Harvest,
Moss Icon,
Jacob Miller,
Judy Mowatt,
Man Eating Sloth,
Ronan,
Wasted Youth,
Groovy Waters,
Matthew Bourne,
DNA,
Donny Hathaway,
Symarip,
Cybotron,
Andrew Hill,
Rhythm & Sound,
Wire,
Negative Approach,
Infiniti,
Visage,
Cameo,
Monolake,
Echospace,
Franke,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Michelle Simonal,
Bobby Sherman,
The Busters,
Barrington Levy,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Brothers Johnson,
Althea and Donna,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Nico,
The Fortunes, The Fortunes, The Fortunes, The Fortunes.
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.