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 Bahrain and from Mexico City.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Invisible to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Aural Exciters. All the underground hits.
All Nas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Red Krayola record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
10cc,
Lyres,
Grauzone,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Eve St. Jones,
Swans,
Andrew Hill,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Television,
Laurel Aitken,
Technova,
Avey Tare,
Bobby Womack,
Model 500,
Derrick Morgan,
Eden Ahbez,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
David Axelrod,
Girls At Our Best!,
Agent Orange,
The Victims,
E-Dancer,
Newcleus,
Todd Rundgren,
DJ Style,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Basic Channel,
Scientists,
Cameo,
Deepchord,
PIL,
Davy DMX,
Rekid,
Funkadelic,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Black Dice,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Roxette,
Chrome,
Bizarre Inc.,
Das Ding,
The Misunderstood,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Heaven 17,
Icehouse,
Wolf Eyes,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Young Rascals,
ABBA,
Tears for Fears,
Sam Rivers,
Dave Gahan,
Jesper Dahlback,
the Germs,
The Knickerbockers,
Amon Düül,
Kenny Larkin,
Chris Corsano,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Human League,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon, Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon, Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon, Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon.
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.