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 Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the linndrum 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 The Jesus and Mary Chain to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft. All the underground hits.
All John Coltrane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crispy Ambulance record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Main Source record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tim Buckley,
D'Angelo,
Faust,
The Associates,
Electric Light Orchestra,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Minnie Riperton,
Godley & Creme,
Lightning Bolt,
Ludus,
Talk Talk,
Country Teasers,
Big Daddy Kane,
Lakeside,
X-101,
The Cowsills,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Saccharine Trust,
The Fall,
The Buckinghams,
The Slackers,
Nik Kershaw,
The Motions,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Electric Prunes,
Soft Cell,
Eddi Front,
Idris Muhammad,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Ralphi Rosario,
Donald Byrd,
Hasil Adkins,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Fire Engines,
The Busters,
The Moody Blues,
Dark Day,
Drive Like Jehu,
Tommy Roe,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
ABC,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
LL Cool J,
Stockholm Monsters,
Moebius,
Das Ding,
Television,
Dawn Penn,
Fela Kuti,
Harry Pussy,
Wings,
Flash Fearless,
Model 500,
Gregory Isaacs,
Robert Görl,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Richard Hell and the Voidoids.
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.