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 Macedonia and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 Donald Fagen 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 Be Bop Deluxe to the funk 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 Barclay James Harvest. All the underground hits.
All Quantec tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lower 48 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wally Richardson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Monks,
Kevin Saunderson,
Chrome,
New Age Steppers,
Half Japanese,
John Foxx,
Howard Jones,
Derrick Morgan,
DNA,
Robert Görl,
Sugar Minott,
Vainqueur,
A Certain Ratio,
Erykah Badu,
Lakeside,
The Slackers,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Altered Images,
Bad Manners,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Massinfluence,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Mo-Dettes,
Scratch Acid,
Japan,
The Busters,
Suicide,
John Holt,
Scion,
Mary Jane Girls,
Agitation Free,
Metal Thangz,
The Golliwogs,
The Victims,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Cheater Slicks,
Fad Gadget,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Procol Harum,
UT,
Ultravox,
the Association,
The Searchers,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Sun Ra,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Moebius,
Brothers Johnson,
Pantaleimon,
Index,
Todd Terry,
Alison Limerick,
Blancmange,
Joey Negro,
Easy Going,
Lalann,
The Gun Club,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Boz Scaggs, Boz Scaggs, Boz Scaggs, Boz Scaggs.
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.