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 Liechtenstein and from Beijing.
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 Johannesburg and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
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 Ronan to the grunge 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 Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx. All the underground hits.
All The Leaves tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kenny Larkin 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Todd Rundgren record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Tubeway Army,
Idris Muhammad,
Kerri Chandler,
Chris & Cosey,
Roxy Music,
Neil Young,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Jimmy McGriff,
Pole,
Popol Vuh,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Gregory Isaacs,
Throbbing Gristle,
Nas,
Warren Ellis,
The Beau Brummels,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Magma,
Pharoah Sanders,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Johnny Clarke,
MC5,
La Düsseldorf,
Nation of Ulysses,
Derrick Morgan,
Porter Ricks,
Fluxion,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Ralphi Rosario,
Massinfluence,
Godley & Creme,
Average White Band,
the Soft Cell,
Delon & Dalcan,
Mo-Dettes,
Hardrive,
Chris Corsano,
Television,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Last Poets,
Alton Ellis,
Jeru the Damaja,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Young Rascals,
The Moleskins,
The Smoke,
Simply Red,
Anthony Braxton,
Dawn Penn,
Josef K,
The Seeds,
Terrestrial Tones,
Franke,
Soft Cell,
Mandrill,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Move,
The Associates,
Wally Richardson,
The Raincoats,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Al Stewart, Al Stewart, Al Stewart, Al Stewart.
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.