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 Belarus and from Houston.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 linndrum 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 Robert Wyatt to the rap 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 Rahsaan Roland Kirk. All the underground hits.
All Jimmy McGriff tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lungfish 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a sitar 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 sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
New Order,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Eric Copeland,
David Bowie,
Scion,
Depeche Mode,
The Shadows of Knight,
Ronnie Foster,
Eddi Front,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Todd Terry,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Negative Approach,
Bang On A Can,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Quando Quango,
Cal Tjader,
Sarah Menescal,
Vainqueur,
Idris Muhammad,
the Sonics,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Crash Course in Science,
Jimmy McGriff,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Barrington Levy,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Mantronix,
The Real Kids,
Ohio Players,
Terry Callier,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Knickerbockers,
Black Pus,
Sister Nancy,
Young Marble Giants,
Mr. Review,
Andrew Hill,
Rakim,
The Moleskins,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Lee Hazlewood,
Talk Talk,
Rufus Thomas,
Dennis Brown,
The Flesh Eaters,
Grauzone,
The Leaves,
Nas,
Jeff Mills,
Sun City Girls,
Soft Cell,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Monolake,
Deakin,
The Selecter,
The Busters,
Robert Wyatt,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Human League,
Howard Jones, Howard Jones, Howard Jones, Howard Jones.
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.