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 Estonia and from Winnipeg.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Copenhagen.
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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Spandau Ballet to the punk 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 Echo & the Bunnymen. All the underground hits.
All Lou Reed tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kevin Saunderson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 an organ and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a U.S. Maple record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Organ,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Raincoats,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Fall,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Modern Lovers,
Jacques Brel,
Ponytail,
Blossom Toes,
T. Rex,
Matthew Halsall,
The Cramps,
Goldenarms,
Half Japanese,
the Sonics,
Fluxion,
Electric Prunes,
Fugazi,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Reagan Youth,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Real Kids,
Clear Light,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Sarah Menescal,
the Association,
Grauzone,
Skarface,
the Fania All-Stars,
Joensuu 1685,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Liliput,
Gabor Szabo,
Arab on Radar,
Eli Mardock,
Vladislav Delay,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Fad Gadget,
Average White Band,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Radio Birdman,
Television,
Porter Ricks,
Radiopuhelimet,
Ultravox,
Heaven 17,
Sound Behaviour,
Bad Manners,
UT,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Nirvana,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Public Enemy,
Piero Umiliani,
Con Funk Shun,
Susan Cadogan,
LL Cool J, LL Cool J, LL Cool J, LL Cool J.
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.