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 Seychelles and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 rhodes 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 Unrelated Segments to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 DJ Style. All the underground hits.
All The Searchers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mo-Dettes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 theremin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bang On A Can record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Panda Bear,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Saccharine Trust,
Tomorrow,
Amon Düül II,
Can,
The Neon Judgement,
T. Rex,
Bootsy Collins,
The Cowsills,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Fela Kuti,
In Retrospect,
Junior Murvin,
Quando Quango,
Grey Daturas,
Faust,
Frankie Knuckles,
Stereo Dub,
Patti Smith,
Aural Exciters,
James White and The Blacks,
The Martian,
Royal Trux,
D'Angelo,
Icehouse,
Marshall Jefferson,
Desert Stars,
Tubeway Army,
The Electric Prunes,
Nation of Ulysses,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Tremeloes,
Lucky Dragons,
The Shadows of Knight,
John Lydon,
Talk Talk,
Rapeman,
Sonny Sharrock,
Flash Fearless,
Alice Coltrane,
Max Romeo,
A Certain Ratio,
The Cure,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Avey Tare,
Mr. Review,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Thompson Twins,
Danielle Patucci,
Lower 48,
Pet Shop Boys,
Erasure,
Q and Not U,
Slave,
Robert Hood,
Joy Division,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Kool Moe Dee,
Ohio Players,
Siglo XX,
Sandy B, Sandy B, Sandy B, Sandy B.
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.