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 Malta and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Brand Nubian to the punk 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 New Age Steppers. All the underground hits.
All Animal Collective tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joyce Sims 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 a spring reverb and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Motions record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Los Fastidios,
Bush Tetras,
Khruangbin,
DJ Sneak,
Ludus,
Hoover,
Henry Cow,
Ultravox,
Minutemen,
Marc Almond,
Liliput,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Scan 7,
Mark Hollis,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Wasted Youth,
Vainqueur,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Beau Brummels,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Public Image Ltd.,
David Bowie,
Big Daddy Kane,
Grey Daturas,
Andrew Hill,
The Residents,
Iggy Pop,
The Black Dice,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Absolute Body Control,
Flipper,
Brass Construction,
Scratch Acid,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
X-101,
Roy Ayers,
Eden Ahbez,
The Count Five,
Kaleidoscope,
Shoche,
London Community Gospel Choir,
One Last Wish,
FM Einheit,
Harpers Bizarre,
The New Christs,
The Kinks,
Organ,
Blancmange,
Technova,
The Associates,
Joy Division,
Cheater Slicks,
the Soft Cell,
Public Enemy,
Terrestrial Tones,
Hasil Adkins,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Ossler,
The Fortunes,
The Tremeloes,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell, N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell, N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell, N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell.
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.