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 Costa Rica and from Milan.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 The Moody Blues to the grunge 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 Bronski Beat. All the underground hits.
All Shoche tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soul II Soul record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Electric Light Orchestra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Deepchord,
Das Ding,
The Monochrome Set,
Aswad,
Country Teasers,
Nas,
The Names,
Rufus Thomas,
Slave,
Andrew Hill,
Godley & Creme,
Crooked Eye,
Todd Terry,
PIL,
The Evens,
Don Cherry,
Cecil Taylor,
Gang of Four,
Drexciya,
Yellowson,
Man Parrish,
Peter & Gordon,
Warren Ellis,
The Neon Judgement,
Franke,
The Vogues,
Bootsy Collins,
Masters at Work,
Roxette,
Amon Düül II,
Crispian St. Peters,
Robert Wyatt,
Erykah Badu,
Barry Ungar,
The Fire Engines,
The Mummies,
Porter Ricks,
Warsaw,
Soul II Soul,
Bauhaus,
Harry Pussy,
Yaz,
James White and The Blacks,
Cameo,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Avey Tare,
kango's stein massive,
Vladislav Delay,
EPMD,
Rakim,
Lyres,
Derrick May,
Sexual Harrassment,
Von Mondo,
Connie Case,
The Offenders,
MC5,
Hardrive,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Minny Pops,
The Wake, The Wake, The Wake, The Wake.
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.