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 Equatorial Guinea and from Hong Kong.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Gang Green to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Lou Reed. All the underground hits.
All Kango’s Stein Massive tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Knickerbockers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a DJ Style record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bill Near,
Traffic Nightmare,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Vogues,
Terry Callier,
Skaos,
Tears for Fears,
The Standells,
Man Eating Sloth,
Stereo Dub,
The Smiths,
T.S.O.L.,
Au Pairs,
Supertramp,
Terrestrial Tones,
Dennis Brown,
The Modern Lovers,
Jacques Brel,
Yusef Lateef,
Procol Harum,
Albert Ayler,
8 Eyed Spy,
Marvin Gaye,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Monochrome Set,
Mark Hollis,
The Pop Group,
Barbara Tucker,
Barrington Levy,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Cecil Taylor,
The Walker Brothers,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Fortunes,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Human League,
Brass Construction,
Sällskapet,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Chris & Cosey,
Eden Ahbez,
Frankie Knuckles,
Quando Quango,
Bill Wells,
Essential Logic,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Cybotron,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Derrick May,
Mo-Dettes,
Jimmy McGriff,
Inner City,
Andrew Hill,
The Remains,
The Litter,
Fear,
Radiohead,
KRS-One,
Lower 48,
Tomorrow, Tomorrow, Tomorrow, Tomorrow.
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.