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 France and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 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 Amon Düül to the funk 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 Bobbi Humphrey. All the underground hits.
All Ultramagnetic MC's tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Los Fastidios 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The American Breed record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Chris Corsano,
Todd Terry,
Model 500,
Ponytail,
Johnny Clarke,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Theoretical Girls,
The Sound,
Black Bananas,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Skatalites,
The Last Poets,
T. Rex,
Leonard Cohen,
a-ha,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Country Teasers,
Harry Pussy,
Funkadelic,
Outsiders,
Rites of Spring,
Ronan,
David Axelrod,
Yellowson,
Tim Buckley,
Sun City Girls,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Dual Sessions,
Matthew Halsall,
Amon Düül,
Black Moon,
Steve Hackett,
Roxy Music,
Visage,
Jesper Dahlback,
Joy Division,
Toni Rubio,
The Victims,
Josef K,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The J.B.'s,
The Monks,
Robert Wyatt,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Bad Manners,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Mary Jane Girls,
Howard Jones,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Associates,
the Soft Cell,
Hot Snakes,
Wolf Eyes,
Massinfluence,
Byron Stingily,
The Dead C,
Rod Modell,
The Martian,
The Mojo Men,
Ultra Naté,
Susan Cadogan,
Inner City,
Can,
Icehouse, Icehouse, Icehouse, Icehouse.
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.