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 Venezuela and from Tokyo.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Martian to the disco 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 The Tremeloes. All the underground hits.
All Whodini tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Arab on Radar record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gil Scott Heron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Adolescents,
David Bowie,
MDC,
Steve Hackett,
Byron Stingily,
Jacob Miller,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Shadows of Knight,
Donald Byrd,
Graham Central Station,
June Days,
Ohio Players,
John Coltrane,
Gregory Isaacs,
Little Man,
cv313,
Radio Birdman,
The Real Kids,
Bad Manners,
Eli Mardock,
The Modern Lovers,
Vainqueur,
the Fania All-Stars,
Heaven 17,
The Associates,
Johnny Osbourne,
Stereo Dub,
Eden Ahbez,
Scientists,
kango's stein massive,
Essential Logic,
Con Funk Shun,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Velvet Underground,
Joe Smooth,
Tim Buckley,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Gichy Dan,
Sun Ra,
Oblivians,
Porter Ricks,
Sugar Minott,
Half Japanese,
Scan 7,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
X-101,
Infiniti,
John Foxx,
Radiohead,
Davy DMX,
Tubeway Army,
Scratch Acid,
The Searchers,
Pulsallama,
Cymande,
David McCallum,
The Raincoats,
Carl Craig,
Nico,
Cluster,
Sällskapet,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Desert Stars,
Ultravox, Ultravox, Ultravox, Ultravox.
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.