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 Spain and from Houston.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
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 Lafayette Afro Rock Band to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Jesus and Mary Chain. All the underground hits.
All Model 500 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Heaven 17 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Royal Family And The Poor 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?
Eve St. Jones,
Howard Jones,
Scratch Acid,
Nik Kershaw,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Moss Icon,
The Human League,
Lucky Dragons,
Donald Byrd,
Mars,
Eric B and Rakim,
New Order,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Sonic Youth,
Stereo Dub,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Eden Ahbez,
Gastr Del Sol,
Au Pairs,
The Index,
Marvin Gaye,
Ronan,
Soul II Soul,
Chrome,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Moleskins,
The Red Krayola,
The Happenings,
Saccharine Trust,
Brothers Johnson,
Crime,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Kinks,
Country Teasers,
Sonny Sharrock,
Chris Corsano,
Soulsonic Force,
Sparks,
Roxette,
Khruangbin,
Anthony Braxton,
Ten City,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
DJ Sneak,
Pharoah Sanders,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Andrew Hill,
Jerry's Kids,
Newcleus,
the Bar-Kays,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Tremeloes,
Spoonie Gee,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Mark Hollis,
Masters at Work,
Tommy Roe,
Sixth Finger,
June Days,
MC5,
Can,
Amon Düül,
The Moody Blues, The Moody Blues, The Moody Blues, The Moody Blues.
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.