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 Tanzania and from Winnipeg.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 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 Jacques Brel to the jazz 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 Eli Mardock. All the underground hits.
All E-Dancer tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Surgeon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 harpsichord and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scott Walker + Sunn O))) record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Mummies,
Altered Images,
a-ha,
Basic Channel,
Eurythmics,
The Remains,
Anthony Braxton,
Mark Hollis,
X-102,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Happenings,
Eden Ahbez,
Siglo XX,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Eric Copeland,
The Five Americans,
Derrick May,
Howard Jones,
Reagan Youth,
Flash Fearless,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Spoonie Gee,
Yellowson,
Todd Terry,
Bill Near,
The Gap Band,
The Neon Judgement,
Cybotron,
Swans,
Skarface,
Alice Coltrane,
Leonard Cohen,
Cecil Taylor,
Wings,
Kerri Chandler,
Tim Buckley,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Drexciya,
Nik Kershaw,
Lyres,
The Evens,
The Seeds,
Young Marble Giants,
10cc,
Absolute Body Control,
Rufus Thomas,
Bobby Womack,
Public Image Ltd.,
Tommy Roe,
Urselle,
Sixth Finger,
Soft Machine,
Robert Wyatt,
The Smoke,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
New Age Steppers,
Das Ding,
Zero Boys,
Niagra,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Shadows of Knight,
Camouflage,
Black Flag,
Bad Manners, Bad Manners, Bad Manners, Bad Manners.
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.