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 Ecuador and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Salvador.
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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the 808 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 Swell Maps to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Kool Moe Dee. All the underground hits.
All Soft Machine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scion record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nico record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mr. Review,
Tom Boy,
The Pretty Things,
Ultravox,
The Monochrome Set,
The Remains,
The Electric Prunes,
JFA,
Symarip,
John Foxx,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Rekid,
Camberwell Now,
Eric Dolphy,
Patti Smith,
Cecil Taylor,
DJ Style,
Isaac Hayes,
Alphaville,
Arcadia,
Max Romeo,
Lee Hazlewood,
Bluetip,
The Leaves,
Mark Hollis,
Pantaleimon,
The Saints,
The Searchers,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Roxette,
Animal Collective,
the Sonics,
ABC,
Parry Music,
Man Parrish,
Anthony Braxton,
Chris & Cosey,
Khruangbin,
Marvin Gaye,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Human League,
Ronan,
Royal Trux,
Aswad,
David Axelrod,
The Victims,
Joey Negro,
Second Layer,
T.S.O.L.,
Tropical Tobacco,
ABBA,
Sister Nancy,
Ohio Players,
The Trojans,
The Red Krayola,
Radio Birdman,
Cybotron,
Crispian St. Peters,
Vladislav Delay,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
June Days,
The Tremeloes,
The Invisible, The Invisible, The Invisible, The Invisible.
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.