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 Canada and from Lagos.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Frankie Knuckles to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Todd Rundgren. All the underground hits.
All Patti Smith tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Moleskins record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 theremin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Terror Squad Feat. Camron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare 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?
Outsiders,
Ossler,
Urselle,
The Gladiators,
The Skatalites,
Fugazi,
Los Fastidios,
Isaac Hayes,
Mr. Review,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Fatback Band,
Lakeside,
Rufus Thomas,
Yazoo,
Eric Copeland,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Davy DMX,
Bush Tetras,
Harry Pussy,
Gong,
Heaven 17,
John Cale,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Leonard Cohen,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Litter,
Magma,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Guru Guru,
John Holt,
Radiopuhelimet,
Lalo Schifrin,
Rites of Spring,
Pulsallama,
Amon Düül II,
L. Decosne,
FM Einheit,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Vogues,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Nation of Ulysses,
Absolute Body Control,
Motorama,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Steve Hackett,
Agent Orange,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Evens,
Grauzone,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Mary Jane Girls,
Soul II Soul,
Chris & Cosey,
Easy Going,
Maleditus Sound,
The Birthday Party,
Tubeway Army,
Agitation Free,
Josef K,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Dirtbombs, The Dirtbombs, The Dirtbombs, The Dirtbombs.
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.