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 Peru and from Madrid.
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 Portland and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 spring reverb 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 Gap Band to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Scion. All the underground hits.
All Scott Walker + Sunn O))) tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Janne Schatter record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 spring reverb and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Idris Muhammad record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minutemen,
Terrestrial Tones,
Terry Callier,
Magazine,
Q65,
One Last Wish,
Skriet,
Nico,
LL Cool J,
Altered Images,
Livin' Joy,
The Fugs,
Warsaw,
Shoche,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Buckinghams,
Babytalk,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Robert Görl,
Minor Threat,
The Fuzztones,
Kaleidoscope,
Lungfish,
New Order,
Smog,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Brand Nubian,
The Kinks,
Slick Rick,
Organ,
Tears for Fears,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
the Sonics,
Wally Richardson,
The Music Machine,
New Age Steppers,
Deakin,
The Mummies,
Model 500,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Traffic Nightmare,
Godley & Creme,
Stockholm Monsters,
The United States of America,
Oblivians,
The Monochrome Set,
Von Mondo,
Black Sheep,
New York Dolls,
Leonard Cohen,
The Divine Comedy,
Sarah Menescal,
The Beau Brummels,
The Dirtbombs,
Thompson Twins,
Andrew Hill,
Talk Talk,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Rites of Spring,
Donald Byrd,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Yellowson,
Gregory Isaacs, Gregory Isaacs, Gregory Isaacs, Gregory Isaacs.
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.