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 Zimbabwe and from Winnipeg.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Aaron Thompson to the electroclash 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 John Foxx. All the underground hits.
All Gary Puckett & The Union Gap tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every kango's stein massive record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gregory Isaacs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fear,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Pussy Galore,
Grandmaster Flash,
Absolute Body Control,
Connie Case,
Wally Richardson,
Lightning Bolt,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
the Soft Cell,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Wolf Eyes,
New York Dolls,
One Last Wish,
Ken Boothe,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Alphaville,
LL Cool J,
Public Enemy,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Desert Stars,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Smoke,
The Martian,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Brand Nubian,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Slick Rick,
New Order,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Angry Samoans,
The Sound,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Toasters,
Soul II Soul,
Duran Duran,
Davy DMX,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Black Pus,
Brothers Johnson,
Leonard Cohen,
Junior Murvin,
Gil Scott Heron,
Easy Going,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Gong,
Bobby Byrd,
The Beau Brummels,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Kaleidoscope,
Althea and Donna,
Kool Moe Dee,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Surgeon,
Ponytail,
Sixth Finger,
Rotary Connection,
John Coltrane,
Accadde A,
Eric Dolphy,
The Modern Lovers,
The Birthday Party,
The Offenders, The Offenders, The Offenders, The Offenders.
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.