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 Afghanistan and from Mumbai.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 48th St. Collective to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 cv313. All the underground hits.
All Roger Hodgson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tom Boy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 sitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joy Division 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?
Pussy Galore,
Schoolly D,
Whodini,
David Axelrod,
The Index,
Delta 5,
ABC,
Nirvana,
Sound Behaviour,
Severed Heads,
Johnny Clarke,
Aural Exciters,
Amon Düül,
Radio Birdman,
Sonny Sharrock,
Anthony Braxton,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Blossom Toes,
Infiniti,
Nick Fraelich,
Sällskapet,
Neil Young,
Lower 48,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Y Pants,
The Knickerbockers,
Kerri Chandler,
Minny Pops,
This Heat,
Fugazi,
Colin Newman,
Ice-T,
The Birthday Party,
The Move,
Skaos,
Sarah Menescal,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Kinks,
Moebius,
Skarface,
Bang On A Can,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Busters,
Robert Görl,
Faust,
Eurythmics,
KRS-One,
Bootsy Collins,
Barclay James Harvest,
Avey Tare,
Icehouse,
Yaz,
The Real Kids,
Bobby Byrd,
Roger Hodgson,
Aaron Thompson,
Girls At Our Best!,
The New Christs,
The United States of America,
Ornette Coleman,
John Foxx,
The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy.
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.