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 Tajikistan and from Accra.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 organ 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 Harmonia to the techno 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 Tears for Fears. All the underground hits.
All Funky Four + One tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Big Daddy Kane 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Goldenarms record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sun City Girls,
Davy DMX,
Bill Near,
Sister Nancy,
Ken Boothe,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Charles Mingus,
Guru Guru,
Rotary Connection,
Crash Course in Science,
Hashim,
The Knickerbockers,
The Wake,
Morten Harket,
Goldenarms,
Organ,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Reagan Youth,
Gregory Isaacs,
Animal Collective,
DNA,
Subhumans,
Zero Boys,
The Techniques,
The Blues Magoos,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
X-102,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
R.M.O.,
Scion,
Pussy Galore,
Roy Ayers,
Tropical Tobacco,
Nick Fraelich,
The Martian,
John Cale,
Harpers Bizarre,
KRS-One,
Yazoo,
Max Romeo,
Cal Tjader,
Lebanon Hanover,
La Düsseldorf,
CMW,
Howard Jones,
These Immortal Souls,
Infiniti,
Saccharine Trust,
DJ Style,
Nik Kershaw,
Soft Machine,
Idris Muhammad,
Tomorrow,
Agent Orange,
Icehouse,
Radiohead,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Real Kids,
Chrome,
Nils Olav,
Mantronix,
Maleditus Sound, Maleditus Sound, Maleditus Sound, Maleditus Sound.
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.