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 Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Last Poets to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Roy Ayers Ubiquity. All the underground hits.
All World's Most tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Star Department record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Men They Couldn't Hang record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Todd Rundgren,
Duran Duran,
Technova,
Moebius,
The Five Americans,
Ludus,
Pierre Henry,
Smog,
Sandy B,
Mark Hollis,
Zero Boys,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Mighty Diamonds,
JFA,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Traffic Nightmare,
X-102,
Neil Young,
T. Rex,
The Names,
The Associates,
New York Dolls,
Scion,
Grandmaster Flash,
Terry Callier,
Donald Byrd,
Gong,
Swell Maps,
Tropical Tobacco,
Clear Light,
Nas,
Quando Quango,
Ken Boothe,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
E-Dancer,
Peter & Gordon,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The United States of America,
Gichy Dan,
Crime,
Johnny Clarke,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Depeche Mode,
The Fall,
Tommy Roe,
Youth Brigade,
Colin Newman,
In Retrospect,
Lucky Dragons,
The Barracudas,
Rakim,
Pylon,
Aaron Thompson,
Marvin Gaye,
Bob Dylan,
The Modern Lovers,
Skriet,
UT, UT, UT, UT.
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.