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 Qatar and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 oboe 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 Roxy Music to the electroclash 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 Andrew Hill. All the underground hits.
All The Wake tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Associates record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a In Retrospect record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gichy Dan,
Wally Richardson,
Bobby Sherman,
Skaos,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Count Five,
Grey Daturas,
Scientists,
The Beau Brummels,
The Velvet Underground,
Kerrie Biddell,
T.S.O.L.,
The Motions,
MC5,
Barclay James Harvest,
Alton Ellis,
Urselle,
Depeche Mode,
The Fugs,
Mission of Burma,
The Index,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Glenn Branca,
Rotary Connection,
Khruangbin,
Todd Terry,
Curtis Mayfield,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Aural Exciters,
Sugar Minott,
Y Pants,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Oblivians,
X-102,
The Leaves,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Aaron Thompson,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Heaven 17,
Popol Vuh,
The Walker Brothers,
ABBA,
Blake Baxter,
Matthew Bourne,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Technova,
The Residents,
Connie Case,
Arab on Radar,
John Holt,
Bang On A Can,
Royal Trux,
Tubeway Army,
Fat Boys,
Adolescents,
Graham Central Station,
John Foxx,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Rites of Spring,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Youth Brigade, Youth Brigade, Youth Brigade, Youth Brigade.
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.