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 Chile and from Stockholm.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 oboe 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 the Association to the funk 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 Swans. All the underground hits.
All Freddie Wadling tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kool Moe Dee 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Essential Logic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Severed Heads,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Wings,
Zero Boys,
The Grass Roots,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Procol Harum,
The Detroit Cobras,
Brand Nubian,
Massinfluence,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Sarah Menescal,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The J.B.'s,
Main Source,
Byron Stingily,
Chris Corsano,
Bobby Byrd,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Alton Ellis,
Tubeway Army,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Pagans,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
X-102,
Japan,
8 Eyed Spy,
Khruangbin,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
John Foxx,
Lee Hazlewood,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Busters,
Sun City Girls,
Animal Collective,
The Music Machine,
10cc,
Nils Olav,
Depeche Mode,
Jimmy McGriff,
In Retrospect,
Lalo Schifrin,
Roger Hodgson,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Royal Trux,
Tommy Roe,
Accadde A,
The Divine Comedy,
Rotary Connection,
Thompson Twins,
Gang of Four,
Charles Mingus,
China Crisis,
Anthony Braxton,
Mary Jane Girls,
Excepter,
Qualms,
the Bar-Kays,
Curtis Mayfield,
Sixth Finger,
Boz Scaggs,
Unwound, Unwound, Unwound, Unwound.
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.