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 United Kingdom and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Radiopuhelimet to the crunk 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 Yellowson. All the underground hits.
All Terry Callier tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every X-102 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Connie Case record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Pretty Things,
These Immortal Souls,
Yellowson,
Cal Tjader,
Chris Corsano,
the Slits,
Avey Tare,
Marcia Griffiths,
Pussy Galore,
The Flesh Eaters,
Symarip,
Nas,
Brand Nubian,
Tropical Tobacco,
Aloha Tigers,
Lalann,
Josef K,
Jacques Brel,
Dark Day,
Interpol,
Brick,
Peter and Kerry,
Flipper,
Ultra Naté,
Procol Harum,
Theoretical Girls,
Rufus Thomas,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Soft Cell,
Tears for Fears,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Pantytec,
Talk Talk,
Siglo XX,
Shoche,
Circle Jerks,
Roxette,
Gastr Del Sol,
Bizarre Inc.,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Dave Gahan,
One Last Wish,
Pere Ubu,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Pulsallama,
Sun City Girls,
Technova,
Fluxion,
Pierre Henry,
Bobby Byrd,
Yusef Lateef,
MDC,
Fear,
David Axelrod,
Kenny Larkin,
LL Cool J,
Youth Brigade,
Aswad,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Raincoats,
Gerry Rafferty, Gerry Rafferty, Gerry Rafferty, Gerry Rafferty.
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.