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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Manchester.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Japan to the grime 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 Toni Rubio. All the underground hits.
All The Mojo Men tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Banda Bassotti 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
MDC,
Peter & Gordon,
Alice Coltrane,
Reuben Wilson,
Das Ding,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Marmalade,
The Invisible,
Arcadia,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Aural Exciters,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Walker Brothers,
Cymande,
The Young Rascals,
Jeru the Damaja,
Minor Threat,
Michelle Simonal,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Circle Jerks,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Ponytail,
Sound Behaviour,
Jimmy McGriff,
Sonic Youth,
Bauhaus,
Depeche Mode,
Lou Christie,
This Heat,
Black Bananas,
Gerry Rafferty,
L. Decosne,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
8 Eyed Spy,
kango's stein massive,
PIL,
Bill Wells,
Kevin Saunderson,
Frankie Knuckles,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Mandrill,
Wings,
Big Daddy Kane,
Crooked Eye,
Harmonia,
Barbara Tucker,
Model 500,
The Birthday Party,
Fugazi,
Ten City,
Cheater Slicks,
Joyce Sims,
Panda Bear,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Red Krayola,
The Selecter,
Ajijia Myrayebe, Ajijia Myrayebe, Ajijia Myrayebe, Ajijia Myrayebe.
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.