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 Nicaragua and from Manila.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Todd Rundgren to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Royal Trux. All the underground hits.
All Moss Icon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Derrick May record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Andrew Hill,
The Walker Brothers,
Ronnie Foster,
Brothers Johnson,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Detroit Cobras,
Thompson Twins,
Blossom Toes,
Dorothy Ashby,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Fugs,
OOIOO,
Jawbox,
Soft Cell,
Scott Walker,
Grandmaster Flash,
Girls At Our Best!,
Lungfish,
Jeru the Damaja,
Rekid,
Sandy B,
Gang of Four,
the Human League,
The Sound,
Crispy Ambulance,
R.M.O.,
Average White Band,
The Cowsills,
Lalo Schifrin,
Gregory Isaacs,
Jerry's Kids,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Ultimate Spinach,
Chris Corsano,
Essential Logic,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Archie Shepp,
Swans,
Ohio Players,
Saccharine Trust,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Severed Heads,
Pere Ubu,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Black Moon,
FM Einheit,
Vladislav Delay,
Eve St. Jones,
The Evens,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
June of 44,
David Bowie,
The Residents,
The Martian,
Pole,
Arab on Radar,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Grey Daturas,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Organ,
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.