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 Nicaragua and from Mumbai.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the 808 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 D'Angelo to the rock 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 Sight & Sound. All the underground hits.
All The Fire Engines tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tears for Fears record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Electric Prunes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sällskapet,
Mad Mike,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Tomorrow,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Excepter,
Idris Muhammad,
Can,
Porter Ricks,
Essential Logic,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Faraquet,
Goldenarms,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Black Dice,
Magma,
F. McDonald,
Kevin Saunderson,
David Axelrod,
Agent Orange,
Joy Division,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
10cc,
Pylon,
Eric Dolphy,
Heaven 17,
Deepchord,
Ohio Players,
Trumans Water,
Freddie Wadling,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Blake Baxter,
Black Bananas,
Jawbox,
Rites of Spring,
Roy Ayers,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Lou Christie,
Johnny Osbourne,
Negative Approach,
Marshall Jefferson,
Lalo Schifrin,
Sugar Minott,
Sparks,
The Fire Engines,
The Birthday Party,
Nick Fraelich,
Mr. Review,
Minutemen,
The Techniques,
Cluster,
One Last Wish,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
T.S.O.L.,
Donny Hathaway,
Banda Bassotti,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Marmalade,
Infiniti,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Patti Smith,
New Order, New Order, New Order, New Order.
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.