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 Estonia and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
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 Severed Heads to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Scratch Acid. All the underground hits.
All D'Angelo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dawn Penn record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sunsets and Hearts record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
K-Klass,
PIL,
Jawbox,
Donald Byrd,
The Smiths,
Scientists,
Bob Dylan,
Tommy Roe,
Josef K,
Mandrill,
Graham Central Station,
Althea and Donna,
Reuben Wilson,
Ken Boothe,
Fat Boys,
The Fire Engines,
Aural Exciters,
Brass Construction,
Moss Icon,
Bronski Beat,
The Dead C,
Outsiders,
Arab on Radar,
Motorama,
Erasure,
Yaz,
Simply Red,
Surgeon,
Ossler,
cv313,
The Modern Lovers,
Darondo,
Popol Vuh,
Terry Callier,
Ohio Players,
Suicide,
Guru Guru,
Kerrie Biddell,
Electric Prunes,
Nick Fraelich,
Freddie Wadling,
Marc Almond,
Junior Murvin,
The Barracudas,
The Stooges,
Tubeway Army,
Cal Tjader,
Roy Ayers,
Flash Fearless,
Bobby Byrd,
Maurizio,
Masters at Work,
Accadde A,
Sixth Finger,
Connie Case,
Don Cherry,
L. Decosne,
Nirvana,
Anakelly,
Wings,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel, Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel, Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel, Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel.
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.