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 Turkey and from Cairo.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Toronto.
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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 It's A Beautiful Day to the grunge 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 Heavy D & The Boyz. All the underground hits.
All The Last Poets 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 grime 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 guitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Television,
Sugar Minott,
PIL,
Jandek,
Public Enemy,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Gap Band,
Nas,
Cecil Taylor,
Gabor Szabo,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Moleskins,
Gil Scott Heron,
Silicon Teens,
Sex Pistols,
Todd Rundgren,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Suburban Knight,
Man Eating Sloth,
the Germs,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
China Crisis,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Blues Magoos,
Chrome,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Wally Richardson,
Peter & Gordon,
Rufus Thomas,
The Modern Lovers,
The Black Dice,
Pussy Galore,
Gichy Dan,
The Red Krayola,
Half Japanese,
Make Up,
Faraquet,
Harry Pussy,
The Fortunes,
Essential Logic,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Brass Construction,
Cybotron,
Henry Cow,
Pulsallama,
Young Marble Giants,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Shadows of Knight,
Quantec,
The Cramps,
Crash Course in Science,
Brand Nubian,
Michelle Simonal,
Roger Hodgson,
Skarface,
Massinfluence,
Kaleidoscope,
Whodini,
Mark Hollis,
The United States of America, The United States of America, The United States of America, The United States of America.
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.