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 Dominica and from Stockholm.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 spring reverb 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 Cymande to the jazz 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 Amazonics. All the underground hits.
All Pole tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Louis and Bebe Barron 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fear 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?
Adolescents,
The Selecter,
Davy DMX,
Brothers Johnson,
Audionom,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Nas,
The Shadows of Knight,
Fluxion,
Mo-Dettes,
Kerrie Biddell,
Tommy Roe,
Youth Brigade,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Doors,
One Last Wish,
R.M.O.,
The Victims,
Country Teasers,
The Gladiators,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Erykah Badu,
Main Source,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Robert Wyatt,
Erasure,
The Moody Blues,
Kevin Saunderson,
Bush Tetras,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Count Five,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Harpers Bizarre,
Rod Modell,
The Fall,
Mandrill,
Icehouse,
Visage,
Little Man,
Michelle Simonal,
Half Japanese,
Sonny Sharrock,
Circle Jerks,
Don Cherry,
Drexciya,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Raincoats,
Groovy Waters,
The Durutti Column,
Urselle,
Boz Scaggs,
Tubeway Army,
Marine Girls,
The Barracudas,
Das Ding,
The Sound,
Sugar Minott,
Black Flag,
Terry Callier,
The Walker Brothers,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux, Lizzy Mercier Descloux, Lizzy Mercier Descloux, Lizzy Mercier Descloux.
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.