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 Peru and from Columbus.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Metal Thangz 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 Notorious Big And Bone Thugs. All the underground hits.
All Babytalk tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Warren Ellis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Television record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cure,
Y Pants,
Sällskapet,
Nation of Ulysses,
Soul II Soul,
The Dirtbombs,
Adolescents,
Blake Baxter,
Quadrant,
Public Image Ltd.,
Monolake,
Rotary Connection,
Bill Near,
The Busters,
Matthew Bourne,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Camberwell Now,
The Moody Blues,
LL Cool J,
Lyres,
Fad Gadget,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The United States of America,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Tim Buckley,
Fugazi,
Moby Grape,
Faust,
The American Breed,
Moss Icon,
Von Mondo,
Joe Finger,
Sonic Youth,
Scion,
Mad Mike,
Yellowson,
Pierre Henry,
Khruangbin,
X-Ray Spex,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Red Krayola,
AZ,
Black Bananas,
Ornette Coleman,
Mantronix,
Brass Construction,
Delon & Dalcan,
Lucky Dragons,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Saccharine Trust,
The Raincoats,
The Dave Clark Five,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Jandek,
the Germs,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Judy Mowatt,
John Coltrane,
Funky Four + One,
Alice Coltrane,
Simply Red,
Quando Quango,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Depeche Mode, Depeche Mode, Depeche Mode, Depeche Mode.
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.