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 Germany and from Winnipeg.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Mars to the punk 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 Skarface. All the underground hits.
All Bauhaus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Arthur Verocai 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jeff Mills record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Ralphi Rosario,
Television,
Kenny Larkin,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
the Soft Cell,
Jeff Mills,
Barrington Levy,
T. Rex,
Big Daddy Kane,
Brothers Johnson,
Jacob Miller,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Fela Kuti,
Siglo XX,
Sandy B,
Technova,
Andrew Hill,
Agent Orange,
June of 44,
Adolescents,
Bad Manners,
Vladislav Delay,
The Fire Engines,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Smog,
Index,
Todd Rundgren,
Inner City,
H. Thieme,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Flash Fearless,
Jeff Lynne,
Outsiders,
Massinfluence,
Albert Ayler,
The Fugs,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Echospace,
The Remains,
Section 25,
Mars,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Marvin Gaye,
KRS-One,
Junior Murvin,
Laurel Aitken,
Chrome,
Rekid,
The Standells,
Warren Ellis,
the Bar-Kays,
Faraquet,
Rufus Thomas,
June Days,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Donald Byrd,
Neil Young,
Vainqueur, Vainqueur, Vainqueur, Vainqueur.
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.