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 Burkina and from Woodstock.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 synthesizer 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 Arcadia to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Cybotron. All the underground hits.
All Scott Walker tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Donald Byrd record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Invisible record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
James Chance & The Contortions,
Ludus,
Don Cherry,
Icehouse,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Magma,
Barrington Levy,
Boz Scaggs,
X-102,
Albert Ayler,
Sight & Sound,
Jacob Miller,
Faust,
These Immortal Souls,
Patti Smith,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Buckinghams,
Little Man,
Nation of Ulysses,
Roxy Music,
Funky Four + One,
The Seeds,
Marvin Gaye,
Freddie Wadling,
Todd Terry,
Zero Boys,
Mad Mike,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Nils Olav,
Echospace,
Bob Dylan,
Severed Heads,
Mission of Burma,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Qualms,
Babytalk,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Scientists,
Yellowson,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Tears for Fears,
Grey Daturas,
Monolake,
Boredoms,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Los Fastidios,
Wasted Youth,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Cowsills,
Ohio Players,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Rekid,
Eve St. Jones,
The American Breed,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
OOIOO,
Slick Rick,
Dawn Penn,
Organ,
Intrusion,
Fear, Fear, Fear, Fear.
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.