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 Sierra Leone and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 harpsichord 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 Can to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 June of 44. All the underground hits.
All Darondo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roxette record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Slackers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tomorrow,
Eric Dolphy,
The Flesh Eaters,
8 Eyed Spy,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
DJ Style,
Gang of Four,
Ossler,
Japan,
Sister Nancy,
FM Einheit,
Television,
Steve Hackett,
Warren Ellis,
Stockholm Monsters,
Half Japanese,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Cecil Taylor,
Vainqueur,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Underground Resistance,
Bobby Byrd,
Stereo Dub,
James White and The Blacks,
Sixth Finger,
Aural Exciters,
The Moleskins,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Supertramp,
Fluxion,
Wolf Eyes,
PIL,
Chris Corsano,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Doors,
Sparks,
The Golliwogs,
H. Thieme,
the Swans,
The Red Krayola,
Amazonics,
The Misunderstood,
Zero Boys,
Deadbeat,
Desert Stars,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Ken Boothe,
Blake Baxter,
The Stooges,
Sandy B,
Ornette Coleman,
David Axelrod,
Rites of Spring,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Angry Samoans,
Bluetip, Bluetip, Bluetip, Bluetip.
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.