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 Finland and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 Lou Reed 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 Subhumans to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Mad Mike. All the underground hits.
All Nirvana tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobbi Humphrey record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Selector Dub Narcotic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Sonics,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Crispy Ambulance,
Gang Green,
The Slits,
Bobby Sherman,
Neil Young,
The Monochrome Set,
Andrew Hill,
Cabaret Voltaire,
MC5,
Au Pairs,
Joe Smooth,
The Golliwogs,
Niagra,
The Angels of Light,
Cybotron,
Black Flag,
The Names,
Technova,
Ludus,
The Shadows of Knight,
Toni Rubio,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Raincoats,
Suburban Knight,
The Remains,
Warren Ellis,
Maurizio,
Roxette,
The Doobie Brothers,
Dorothy Ashby,
Joyce Sims,
The Slackers,
Harry Pussy,
Livin' Joy,
Eli Mardock,
Franke,
Skriet,
Ultra Naté,
the Soft Cell,
The Doors,
John Cale,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Dead Boys,
Little Man,
Black Moon,
June of 44,
Y Pants,
Underground Resistance,
Pole,
Arab on Radar,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Josef K,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Frankie Knuckles,
Sonny Sharrock,
Das Ding,
One Last Wish,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Music Machine,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Supertramp, Supertramp, Supertramp, Supertramp.
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.