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 Mozambique and from Sao Paulo.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 marimba 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 Bobby Hutcherson to the punk 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 Donny Hathaway. All the underground hits.
All Dual Sessions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every MC5 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marine Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joey Negro,
Gong,
Chrome,
Kenny Larkin,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Peter & Gordon,
Sound Behaviour,
Alphaville,
Piero Umiliani,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Country Teasers,
Maurizio,
The Offenders,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Joensuu 1685,
Crispian St. Peters,
Sixth Finger,
Joyce Sims,
The Walker Brothers,
In Retrospect,
The Victims,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Andrew Hill,
Boredoms,
Carl Craig,
The Dave Clark Five,
cv313,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
U.S. Maple,
Barbara Tucker,
Swans,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Groovy Waters,
Brick,
Howard Jones,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Fluxion,
the Sonics,
Circle Jerks,
X-102,
48th St. Collective,
Thompson Twins,
The Sonics,
Charles Mingus,
Leonard Cohen,
Babytalk,
Matthew Bourne,
Zapp,
Average White Band,
Duran Duran,
Eli Mardock,
Pierre Henry,
This Heat,
Grandmaster Flash,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Y Pants,
Ronan,
Black Moon,
Eve St. Jones,
Tears for Fears,
Mr. Review,
Mandrill, Mandrill, Mandrill, Mandrill.
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.