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 Tanzania and from Manila.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Copenhagen.
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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the güiro 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 Kevin Saunderson to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Cybotron. All the underground hits.
All Fad Gadget tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every T. Rex record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Q and Not U record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tropical Tobacco,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
London Community Gospel Choir,
T.S.O.L.,
Pharoah Sanders,
Desert Stars,
A Certain Ratio,
One Last Wish,
Nils Olav,
Model 500,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Janne Schatter,
Tommy Roe,
Das Ding,
Nirvana,
Amazonics,
Stockholm Monsters,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Moody Blues,
Neil Young,
The Stooges,
Lou Reed,
Bob Dylan,
The Human League,
Hasil Adkins,
The Grass Roots,
The Last Poets,
The Busters,
Half Japanese,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Flesh Eaters,
Cymande,
Bobby Womack,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Black Flag,
the Germs,
Steve Hackett,
AZ,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Cowsills,
Yellowson,
Kurtis Blow,
Gichy Dan,
Marshall Jefferson,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Aswad,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Terrestrial Tones,
10cc,
Gang Gang Dance,
Fugazi,
Don Cherry,
Jawbox,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Roxy Music,
Yusef Lateef,
Technova,
Laurel Aitken, Laurel Aitken, Laurel Aitken, Laurel Aitken.
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.