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 Norway and from Toronto.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 sitar 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 Jesper Dahlback to the dance 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 Andrew Hill. All the underground hits.
All The Star Department tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tres Demented 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Wake record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Spoonie Gee,
Flipper,
Derrick Morgan,
Archie Shepp,
Dave Gahan,
Agent Orange,
David Axelrod,
Scan 7,
Sonny Sharrock,
PIL,
U.S. Maple,
Sandy B,
Young Marble Giants,
Schoolly D,
Bobby Byrd,
Y Pants,
Ornette Coleman,
Q65,
Josef K,
Mission of Burma,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Tremeloes,
The Knickerbockers,
Trumans Water,
48th St. Collective,
Mars,
Jesper Dahlback,
Kayak,
Bootsy Collins,
Stetsasonic,
Nils Olav,
Television Personalities,
Electric Prunes,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Blues Magoos,
Stockholm Monsters,
ABBA,
Los Fastidios,
The Dave Clark Five,
Qualms,
Crime,
In Retrospect,
Don Cherry,
Interpol,
Kurtis Blow,
Faust,
John Foxx,
Duran Duran,
Moss Icon,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Quantec,
The Mummies,
David McCallum,
Judy Mowatt,
Siglo XX,
10cc,
Bizarre Inc.,
Kerri Chandler,
Maurizio,
The Searchers,
Echospace,
Popol Vuh,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog, Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog, Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog, Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog.
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.