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 Tuvalu and from Tehran.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 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 OOIOO to the funk 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 World's Most. All the underground hits.
All Hardrive tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Index record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Au Pairs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Albert Ayler,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Siglo XX,
Tubeway Army,
AZ,
Warren Ellis,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Nils Olav,
Deadbeat,
The Doobie Brothers,
Pantaleimon,
Shoche,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Panda Bear,
Jesper Dahlback,
DJ Sneak,
Terrestrial Tones,
Lyres,
Sound Behaviour,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Skriet,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Chris & Cosey,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Hashim,
the Bar-Kays,
Ornette Coleman,
Sixth Finger,
Scrapy,
Michelle Simonal,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Scott Walker,
Kaleidoscope,
The Offenders,
a-ha,
Scientists,
Japan,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Avey Tare,
Minny Pops,
Nico,
The Fall,
Arcadia,
Matthew Bourne,
R.M.O.,
Camberwell Now,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Ponytail,
Parry Music,
Heaven 17,
Quadrant,
The Cure,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Mark Hollis,
Yellowson,
David Axelrod,
Masters at Work,
Bronski Beat,
Howard Jones,
Big Daddy Kane, Big Daddy Kane, Big Daddy Kane, Big Daddy Kane.
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.