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 Montenegro and from Hong Kong.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 theremin 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 Brass Construction to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Suicide. All the underground hits.
All The J.B.'s tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tubeway Army 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wings,
Erykah Badu,
Anthony Braxton,
Oneida,
The Barracudas,
Marshall Jefferson,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Technova,
Kerrie Biddell,
Laurel Aitken,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Grass Roots,
Nils Olav,
Darondo,
Slave,
Absolute Body Control,
D'Angelo,
PIL,
Joyce Sims,
X-102,
Fad Gadget,
Barrington Levy,
Joy Division,
Ludus,
Porter Ricks,
The Stooges,
The American Breed,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Mission of Burma,
Brothers Johnson,
KRS-One,
Glambeats Corp.,
World's Most,
Kenny Larkin,
Royal Trux,
Nation of Ulysses,
Bill Wells,
Cheater Slicks,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Mo-Dettes,
Section 25,
Gichy Dan,
Nas,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Warren Ellis,
The Black Dice,
Rosa Yemen,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Motorama,
Jeff Lynne,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Shadows of Knight,
Camouflage,
Guru Guru,
Theoretical Girls,
Black Flag,
Amon Düül II,
Juan Atkins,
The Electric Prunes,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks, Teenage Jesus and the Jerks, Teenage Jesus and the Jerks, Teenage Jesus and the Jerks.
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.