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 Latvia and from Bologna.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 808 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 Kool G Rap & DJ Polo to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Saccharine Trust. All the underground hits.
All Jeru the Damaja tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Neil Young & Crazy Horse record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 a clarinet and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Alphaville record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Model 500,
Tomorrow,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Gang of Four,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Judy Mowatt,
Ten City,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Livin' Joy,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Archie Shepp,
Ornette Coleman,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Dave Clark Five,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Pylon,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Schoolly D,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Skatalites,
Visage,
Amazonics,
Aural Exciters,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Loose Ends,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Saccharine Trust,
Mission of Burma,
Matthew Bourne,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Gichy Dan,
Mandrill,
Bauhaus,
Rosa Yemen,
Von Mondo,
Quadrant,
Anthony Braxton,
Basic Channel,
The Pop Group,
Au Pairs,
Lindisfarne,
The Busters,
Pharoah Sanders,
Gil Scott Heron,
Magma,
Ronnie Foster,
World's Most,
Pagans,
Mr. Review,
Donny Hathaway,
Pussy Galore,
John Coltrane,
Television Personalities,
Flash Fearless,
The Saints,
Ituana,
Hoover,
The Smiths,
Eden Ahbez,
Prince Buster,
Minnie Riperton,
Minny Pops, Minny Pops, Minny Pops, Minny Pops.
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.