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 Mauritania and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 synthesizer 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 The Black Dice to the grunge 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 Quando Quango. All the underground hits.
All CMW tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Reed & Metallica 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a One Last Wish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barry Ungar,
Kerri Chandler,
Franke,
Alton Ellis,
Sight & Sound,
Royal Trux,
Wasted Youth,
Reuben Wilson,
The Moody Blues,
Ralphi Rosario,
Barbara Tucker,
Albert Ayler,
Dead Boys,
Oblivians,
Animal Collective,
Neu!,
Cybotron,
The Blues Magoos,
Supertramp,
the Soft Cell,
MDC,
Make Up,
FM Einheit,
a-ha,
Gang Gang Dance,
Donald Byrd,
Soft Machine,
Amon Düül,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Easy Going,
Bootsy Collins,
Pere Ubu,
U.S. Maple,
The Trojans,
The Slits,
Gong,
Rhythm & Sound,
Tommy Roe,
Nation of Ulysses,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Judy Mowatt,
Panda Bear,
T.S.O.L.,
The Busters,
Pole,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Tubeway Army,
The Motions,
The Gun Club,
The Dave Clark Five,
Desert Stars,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Roger Hodgson,
Mars,
Icehouse,
Scion,
Ultra Naté,
Spoonie Gee,
Jandek,
Soft Cell,
Neil Young,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell, N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell, N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell, N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell.
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.