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 Afghanistan and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 linndrum 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 Ronnie Foster to the disco 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 Rites of Spring. All the underground hits.
All Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Subhumans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 a chamberlin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Mummies,
Girls At Our Best!,
Avey Tare,
Wasted Youth,
Sarah Menescal,
Crispy Ambulance,
Scan 7,
Porter Ricks,
CMW,
Roxy Music,
Marshall Jefferson,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Man Eating Sloth,
Flash Fearless,
Jacob Miller,
MDC,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Flamin' Groovies,
Bootsy Collins,
Chris & Cosey,
Yellowson,
Y Pants,
Oblivians,
Anthony Braxton,
T. Rex,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Johnny Osbourne,
Cabaret Voltaire,
New Order,
Second Layer,
Main Source,
Terrestrial Tones,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Barrington Levy,
Carl Craig,
The Leaves,
Alice Coltrane,
Soulsonic Force,
The Cowsills,
Procol Harum,
Outsiders,
MC5,
The Sound,
The Real Kids,
Oneida,
Public Enemy,
Yusef Lateef,
Junior Murvin,
The Offenders,
Isaac Hayes,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Rakim,
F. McDonald,
The Beau Brummels,
Barclay James Harvest,
the Swans,
Slave,
The Moleskins,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Absolute Body Control,
Brass Construction,
Liaisons Dangereuses, Liaisons Dangereuses, Liaisons Dangereuses, Liaisons Dangereuses.
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.