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 Marshall Islands and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Madrid.
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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 The Neon Judgement to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 The Sisters of Mercy. All the underground hits.
All Neil Young & Crazy Horse tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Toni Rubio record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sam Rivers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Davy DMX,
Massinfluence,
The Cowsills,
Leonard Cohen,
Easy Going,
Pussy Galore,
Terrestrial Tones,
Blake Baxter,
New York Dolls,
Buzzcocks,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Grauzone,
Stetsasonic,
Animal Collective,
H. Thieme,
Scion,
Skarface,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Silicon Teens,
Amon Düül II,
Girls At Our Best!,
Trumans Water,
Hardrive,
Erasure,
Rufus Thomas,
The Techniques,
Minnie Riperton,
Yusef Lateef,
Niagra,
Soul II Soul,
Gang Starr,
the Soft Cell,
Bush Tetras,
Blancmange,
Das Ding,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
the Association,
Eli Mardock,
Interpol,
Zapp,
Jeff Lynne,
Mandrill,
Rod Modell,
The Electric Prunes,
Sister Nancy,
ABBA,
Freddie Wadling,
the Normal,
Delta 5,
The Angels of Light,
Procol Harum,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Real Kids,
Cluster,
Kevin Saunderson,
Joe Finger,
Gang Green,
Swans,
Isaac Hayes,
The Seeds,
Brass Construction, Brass Construction, Brass Construction, Brass Construction.
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.