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 Kosovo and from Tehran.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Juan Atkins to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 China Crisis. All the underground hits.
All Art Ensemble Of Chicago tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bluetip record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a X-101 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Robert Wyatt,
Roy Ayers,
The Index,
Radiopuhelimet,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Black Dice,
Main Source,
Marshall Jefferson,
Freddie Wadling,
Q and Not U,
Can,
Alton Ellis,
Patti Smith,
Brand Nubian,
Steve Hackett,
Henry Cow,
The Tremeloes,
Johnny Osbourne,
Mad Mike,
Tom Boy,
Peter & Gordon,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Doobie Brothers,
Cheater Slicks,
Sarah Menescal,
Yellowson,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
FM Einheit,
Model 500,
Bad Manners,
Moby Grape,
Godley & Creme,
A Certain Ratio,
The Misunderstood,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Subhumans,
Alphaville,
Arcadia,
Cameo,
The Detroit Cobras,
Motorama,
The Electric Prunes,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Fortunes,
Chris & Cosey,
The Gladiators,
Pantytec,
Robert Hood,
Sam Rivers,
Stockholm Monsters,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Hasil Adkins,
The Red Krayola,
Lalo Schifrin,
Young Marble Giants,
Hot Snakes,
Parry Music,
The Busters,
Lucky Dragons,
Camberwell Now,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Star Department, The Star Department, The Star Department, The Star Department.
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.