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 New Zealand and from Milan.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Alton Ellis to the dance 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 Leaves. All the underground hits.
All Fear tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Doobie Brothers 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jerry Gold Smith record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Thompson Twins,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Traffic Nightmare,
New Age Steppers,
The Leaves,
Neil Young,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Drexciya,
Second Layer,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
DNA,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Beau Brummels,
The Moody Blues,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
PIL,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Eddi Front,
Lalann,
Byron Stingily,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Brothers Johnson,
Crispian St. Peters,
Derrick May,
Hasil Adkins,
Ohio Players,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Velvet Underground,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Skarface,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Sun Ra,
Steve Hackett,
Ralphi Rosario,
Stetsasonic,
Circle Jerks,
The Alarm Clocks,
Harry Pussy,
Accadde A,
Symarip,
Quantec,
The Dead C,
a-ha,
D'Angelo,
The Techniques,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Arthur Verocai,
The Divine Comedy,
Ronnie Foster,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Grass Roots,
EPMD,
Drive Like Jehu,
Mr. Review,
Maleditus Sound,
Smog,
Bad Manners, Bad Manners, Bad Manners, Bad Manners.
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.