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 Liberia and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 Robert Palmer 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 Reuben Wilson to the jazz 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 Foxx. All the underground hits.
All The Litter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Detroit Cobras record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joyce Sims record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator 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?
The Beau Brummels,
The Doobie Brothers,
10cc,
Tropical Tobacco,
Eric Dolphy,
Mission of Burma,
Ornette Coleman,
Ralphi Rosario,
Absolute Body Control,
Bad Manners,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Sound,
Leonard Cohen,
Fat Boys,
Pantaleimon,
The Red Krayola,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Quantec,
Ossler,
Dorothy Ashby,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Gong,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
John Foxx,
Section 25,
The Detroit Cobras,
Hoover,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
In Retrospect,
Terry Callier,
Suburban Knight,
Pole,
Mantronix,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Sex Pistols,
Wire,
Inner City,
Von Mondo,
AZ,
The Tremeloes,
The Saints,
Barbara Tucker,
Lungfish,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
New Age Steppers,
Sonny Sharrock,
Dave Gahan,
Cymande,
Tubeway Army,
Camberwell Now,
Moss Icon,
Schoolly D,
Brass Construction,
Minor Threat,
Man Parrish,
Bobby Sherman,
The Buckinghams,
The Cowsills,
The Cure,
Ultra Naté,
Josef K,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic, Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic, Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic, Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic.
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.