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 Mongolia and from Taipei.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 organ 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 Association to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Joensuu 1685. All the underground hits.
All Amon Düül tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tres Demented record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 theremin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jacob Miller record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
New Order,
Chris & Cosey,
Altered Images,
Rites of Spring,
Marine Girls,
Visage,
Michelle Simonal,
John Holt,
Bluetip,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Blancmange,
Sex Pistols,
Donny Hathaway,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Intrusion,
Derrick Morgan,
The Cure,
Sparks,
The Martian,
Danielle Patucci,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Shadows of Knight,
Peter & Gordon,
One Last Wish,
Ituana,
Gil Scott Heron,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Black Flag,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Howard Jones,
Amon Düül,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Divine Comedy,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Sugar Minott,
Babytalk,
Traffic Nightmare,
Banda Bassotti,
Brothers Johnson,
Soul Sonic Force,
Tears for Fears,
Arab on Radar,
Outsiders,
Desert Stars,
Don Cherry,
Little Man,
Soulsonic Force,
the Slits,
Accadde A,
Yellowson,
The Slits,
Pantaleimon,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Electric Prunes,
Scan 7,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Lalann,
Khruangbin,
Lindisfarne,
Chris Corsano,
The Move,
Joy Division,
Sister Nancy,
La Düsseldorf, La Düsseldorf, La Düsseldorf, La Düsseldorf.
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.