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 Jamaica and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in London.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 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 Audionom to the punk 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 Model 500. All the underground hits.
All Gregory Isaacs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bill Wells record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 sitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Underground Resistance record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Surgeon,
Suburban Knight,
Interpol,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Althea and Donna,
Spoonie Gee,
Piero Umiliani,
Ponytail,
DJ Sneak,
Sister Nancy,
Soul Sonic Force,
Amon Düül II,
Dawn Penn,
Ultravox,
Gang Starr,
Lalo Schifrin,
CMW,
Scan 7,
John Cale,
Livin' Joy,
Tears for Fears,
Sun Ra,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Litter,
Fluxion,
Joe Finger,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Inner City,
The Gun Club,
Soul II Soul,
Altered Images,
Erykah Badu,
Ken Boothe,
The Searchers,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Bang On A Can,
Robert Wyatt,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Charles Mingus,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Five Americans,
Gichy Dan,
Infiniti,
Oblivians,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Crime,
John Coltrane,
Bobby Womack,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Radio Birdman,
Laurel Aitken,
World's Most,
the Fania All-Stars,
Ronnie Foster,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Supertramp,
Sight & Sound,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Thompson Twins, Thompson Twins, Thompson Twins, Thompson Twins.
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.