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 Senegal and from Glasgow.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Rod Modell to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Steve Hackett. All the underground hits.
All Crash Course in Science tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wings 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Darondo,
Nico,
Depeche Mode,
Wally Richardson,
X-Ray Spex,
Moss Icon,
The Birthday Party,
The Slackers,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Evens,
Fela Kuti,
Trumans Water,
Black Pus,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Sun Ra,
Pagans,
Kool Moe Dee,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Scott Walker,
Stockholm Monsters,
Tim Buckley,
Lyres,
Bill Wells,
Mission of Burma,
Scientists,
Roxette,
Soulsonic Force,
Josef K,
Marshall Jefferson,
Suburban Knight,
Babytalk,
Sam Rivers,
Pet Shop Boys,
Newcleus,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Schoolly D,
Jeff Lynne,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Wake,
China Crisis,
Joensuu 1685,
Country Teasers,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Wire,
The Mojo Men,
Duran Duran,
Hoover,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Morten Harket,
Flipper,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Public Image Ltd.,
Mark Hollis,
Anakelly,
Bizarre Inc.,
Fat Boys,
Magma,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Toasters,
Panda Bear, Panda Bear, Panda Bear, Panda Bear.
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.