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 Latvia and from Hong Kong.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Houston.
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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the 808 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 The Dave Clark Five to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Blancmange. All the underground hits.
All Eurythmics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roy Ayers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Moon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ken Boothe,
China Crisis,
Brothers Johnson,
Mission of Burma,
K-Klass,
Monks,
Scrapy,
LL Cool J,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Liliput,
Tim Buckley,
U.S. Maple,
Subhumans,
Surgeon,
Mo-Dettes,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Velvet Underground,
The Offenders,
Moebius,
A Certain Ratio,
Glambeats Corp.,
Maurizio,
The Gap Band,
Arab on Radar,
the Human League,
Sugar Minott,
Sex Pistols,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Big Daddy Kane,
Terry Callier,
Steve Hackett,
La Düsseldorf,
AZ,
The Birthday Party,
Blossom Toes,
Pylon,
The Fire Engines,
DJ Sneak,
Nation of Ulysses,
Chrome,
Howard Jones,
The Knickerbockers,
Chris & Cosey,
The Red Krayola,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Blackbyrds,
Patti Smith,
Deepchord,
Little Man,
The Human League,
Agitation Free,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Bronski Beat,
Robert Hood,
Scratch Acid,
Frankie Knuckles,
Barbara Tucker,
Intrusion,
Ice-T,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Masters at Work,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux, Lizzy Mercier Descloux, Lizzy Mercier Descloux, Lizzy Mercier Descloux.
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.