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 Bologna.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Blake Baxter to the dance 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 Gregory Isaacs. All the underground hits.
All The Cramps tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Curtis Mayfield 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Vogues record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gun Club,
Judy Mowatt,
Marine Girls,
Reuben Wilson,
Gil Scott Heron,
Cybotron,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Bluetip,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Derrick Morgan,
Susan Cadogan,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Banda Bassotti,
Jeff Mills,
The Remains,
Chris Corsano,
Second Layer,
The Grass Roots,
T.S.O.L.,
UT,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
E-Dancer,
Bizarre Inc.,
Mary Jane Girls,
Black Moon,
Eurythmics,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Flamin' Groovies,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Sight & Sound,
kango's stein massive,
The Techniques,
H. Thieme,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Don Cherry,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Brick,
Public Enemy,
R.M.O.,
The Skatalites,
China Crisis,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Alphaville,
Morten Harket,
Jawbox,
Marc Almond,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Roxy Music,
Dead Boys,
Subhumans,
Althea and Donna,
Fatback Band,
Outsiders,
The Gladiators,
These Immortal Souls,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Janne Schatter,
Crooked Eye,
The Seeds,
Procol Harum, Procol Harum, Procol Harum, Procol Harum.
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.