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 Angola and from Portland.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Gladiators to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 David Axelrod. All the underground hits.
All Easy Going tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Davy DMX record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
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 Underground Resistance record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Selecter,
Juan Atkins,
Bizarre Inc.,
Depeche Mode,
Donny Hathaway,
B.T. Express,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Crooked Eye,
The Searchers,
Jeff Mills,
Gang Starr,
Supertramp,
Bobby Byrd,
Sarah Menescal,
Chris Corsano,
Ponytail,
The Raincoats,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Quadrant,
Ossler,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Marmalade,
Intrusion,
Toni Rubio,
Max Romeo,
Traffic Nightmare,
Deepchord,
Amon Düül,
The Moody Blues,
Scratch Acid,
Scott Walker,
Dark Day,
Eric Dolphy,
Tomorrow,
Moss Icon,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Wasted Youth,
The Gap Band,
The Music Machine,
Theoretical Girls,
Kerri Chandler,
the Fania All-Stars,
Royal Trux,
Funky Four + One,
Interpol,
Tommy Roe,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Eddi Front,
John Cale,
Mo-Dettes,
Fad Gadget,
Q and Not U,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Eden Ahbez,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Mojo Men,
Ohio Players,
Easy Going,
Nas, Nas, Nas, Nas.
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.