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 Costa Rica and from Toronto.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 Modern Lovers to the dance 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 The Leaves. All the underground hits.
All Warren Ellis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Faust record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bootsy Collins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brick,
Cecil Taylor,
Monolake,
Pylon,
Pole,
Idris Muhammad,
Tres Demented,
Deepchord,
A Certain Ratio,
Charles Mingus,
Wolf Eyes,
Joyce Sims,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Y Pants,
Visage,
Joy Division,
Ronnie Foster,
Joe Smooth,
Sight & Sound,
The Last Poets,
Sparks,
Pulsallama,
Nik Kershaw,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Television Personalities,
Masters at Work,
The Slackers,
Audionom,
The Golliwogs,
Index,
Wally Richardson,
Rites of Spring,
Gang Gang Dance,
Sam Rivers,
Peter & Gordon,
Bill Wells,
Urselle,
The Motions,
Derrick Morgan,
The Vogues,
OOIOO,
Pagans,
Jesper Dahlback,
Kerri Chandler,
F. McDonald,
Au Pairs,
Pierre Henry,
Public Enemy,
Bill Near,
Albert Ayler,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Infiniti,
Moebius,
Bad Manners,
Minnie Riperton,
The Angels of Light,
The Gladiators,
World's Most,
Ralphi Rosario,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud, Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud, Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud, Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud.
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.