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 Seychelles 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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 It's A Beautiful Day to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 John Cale. All the underground hits.
All Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Subhumans 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 spring reverb and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marc Almond record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Associates,
Neil Young,
Stetsasonic,
Crispian St. Peters,
AZ,
Rod Modell,
The Fuzztones,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Cure,
Scratch Acid,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Ten City,
Y Pants,
The Detroit Cobras,
Newcleus,
Urselle,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Scan 7,
Technova,
World's Most,
June of 44,
Nation of Ulysses,
Wire,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Marmalade,
a-ha,
Fatback Band,
Tropical Tobacco,
Minor Threat,
Cluster,
The Beau Brummels,
Smog,
Youth Brigade,
David McCallum,
Simply Red,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Bluetip,
Can,
Half Japanese,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Bob Dylan,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Nico,
Outsiders,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Move,
The Sound,
Bang On A Can,
Con Funk Shun,
Cheater Slicks,
KRS-One,
Ralphi Rosario,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Funkadelic,
Mad Mike,
The Dave Clark Five,
Aswad,
Animal Collective,
The Grass Roots,
Crime,
L. Decosne,
the Sonics, the Sonics, the Sonics, the Sonics.
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.