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 Dominican Republic and from Hong Kong.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Audionom to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Derrick May. All the underground hits.
All Lucky Dragons tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scott Walker record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Television Personalities record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 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?
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Spandau Ballet,
The Cure,
The Motions,
Severed Heads,
John Holt,
Gang Starr,
Eric Dolphy,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Maurizio,
Kayak,
Au Pairs,
Eddi Front,
Cluster,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Livin' Joy,
Whodini,
Unwound,
Echospace,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The J.B.'s,
Judy Mowatt,
Grandmaster Flash,
Ponytail,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Scan 7,
Thee Headcoats,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Stooges,
Index,
Pere Ubu,
Urselle,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Ossler,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Audionom,
Radiohead,
The Divine Comedy,
The Alarm Clocks,
Wire,
Delon & Dalcan,
MDC,
Black Pus,
Brand Nubian,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Cameo,
Kerri Chandler,
The Buckinghams,
Scott Walker,
Johnny Clarke,
Reagan Youth,
Deakin,
Lucky Dragons,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Pylon,
The Golliwogs,
Electric Prunes,
Lalann, Lalann, Lalann, Lalann.
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.