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 Lesotho and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 L. Decosne to the punk 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 Stereo Dub. All the underground hits.
All New York Dolls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Spoonie Gee record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 chamberlin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Charles Mingus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nico,
Alphaville,
Urselle,
Agitation Free,
Chris Corsano,
The Grass Roots,
Gil Scott Heron,
Kerri Chandler,
Pantytec,
Half Japanese,
Kevin Saunderson,
Slick Rick,
Judy Mowatt,
Drive Like Jehu,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Victims,
Ultravox,
Thompson Twins,
Al Stewart,
The Modern Lovers,
MC5,
Section 25,
Nirvana,
Dark Day,
The Selecter,
Ponytail,
Lou Christie,
The Standells,
10cc,
Peter & Gordon,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Interpol,
Tomorrow,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
the Association,
Bill Near,
Marc Almond,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Cymande,
Roxy Music,
Letta Mbulu,
The Vogues,
Negative Approach,
Swell Maps,
The Stooges,
Lindisfarne,
The Flesh Eaters,
Scan 7,
Tres Demented,
The Busters,
Aaron Thompson,
Hashim,
Vladislav Delay,
The Move,
LL Cool J,
David Bowie,
Eden Ahbez,
Fluxion,
The Chocolate Watch Band, The Chocolate Watch Band, The Chocolate Watch Band, The Chocolate Watch Band.
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.