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 Israel and from Johannesburg.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 arpeggiator 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 Robert Görl to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Bang on a Can All-Stars. All the underground hits.
All Slave tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Groovy Waters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Red Lorry Yellow Lorry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Popol Vuh,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Theoretical Girls,
K-Klass,
Kayak,
Vladislav Delay,
Brothers Johnson,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Cecil Taylor,
The Pretty Things,
the Sonics,
Supertramp,
The Techniques,
Interpol,
Morten Harket,
Althea and Donna,
The Tremeloes,
Magazine,
The Gap Band,
Skriet,
The Mummies,
Harmonia,
LL Cool J,
Girls At Our Best!,
Can,
Lower 48,
Stiv Bators,
Laurel Aitken,
Radio Birdman,
Al Stewart,
The Blues Magoos,
Sun Ra,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Gichy Dan,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Ken Boothe,
The Angels of Light,
The Fortunes,
Chris Corsano,
Dorothy Ashby,
Max Romeo,
Erykah Badu,
Pere Ubu,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Bronski Beat,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Minutemen,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Dawn Penn,
Lindisfarne,
Groovy Waters,
John Foxx,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Zeros,
EPMD,
Roxette,
Pantaleimon,
The Doobie Brothers,
Gregory Isaacs,
Sparks, Sparks, Sparks, Sparks.
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.