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 Rwanda and from Copenhagen.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Sound Behaviour to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Lizzy Mercier Descloux. All the underground hits.
All Sarah Menescal tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Slits record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 mellotron and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a June of 44 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Funky Four + One,
Piero Umiliani,
Joy Division,
Franke,
Can,
Main Source,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Sonic Youth,
Clear Light,
Sandy B,
Toni Rubio,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Heaven 17,
DNA,
Flash Fearless,
The Flesh Eaters,
Minutemen,
The Blackbyrds,
Scratch Acid,
Jeff Mills,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Morten Harket,
Moss Icon,
Kayak,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
New York Dolls,
Mantronix,
The Last Poets,
Technova,
Thompson Twins,
Angry Samoans,
The Blues Magoos,
The Fire Engines,
Laurel Aitken,
Vainqueur,
New Age Steppers,
E-Dancer,
The Gap Band,
Dave Gahan,
Urselle,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Seeds,
Rufus Thomas,
Nik Kershaw,
Oneida,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
L. Decosne,
Gichy Dan,
Sarah Menescal,
Deakin,
Arcadia,
Icehouse,
Quadrant,
Scott Walker,
Colin Newman,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Faraquet,
Porter Ricks,
The Dead C,
Hot Snakes,
Suburban Knight,
Nils Olav,
Khruangbin,
Todd Terry, Todd Terry, Todd Terry, Todd Terry.
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.