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 Greece and from Manila.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Cluster to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Second Layer. All the underground hits.
All MC5 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Adolescents record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tears for Fears record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lebanon Hanover,
Jawbox,
The Durutti Column,
R.M.O.,
Marshall Jefferson,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Robert Wyatt,
Trumans Water,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Ludus,
The Sonics,
The Slits,
Glenn Branca,
Lee Hazlewood,
Bill Near,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Cecil Taylor,
Youth Brigade,
The Moleskins,
the Slits,
Pulsallama,
48th St. Collective,
Sun Ra,
Moebius,
Marmalade,
Pussy Galore,
Heaven 17,
Kerrie Biddell,
Animal Collective,
Ultimate Spinach,
New Age Steppers,
Deepchord,
Ornette Coleman,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
X-102,
The Star Department,
Eddi Front,
Lower 48,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Velvet Underground,
Leonard Cohen,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Sun City Girls,
Girls At Our Best!,
Arthur Verocai,
The Young Rascals,
This Heat,
cv313,
The Electric Prunes,
The Stooges,
Chrome,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Happenings,
Urselle,
Hot Snakes,
Inner City,
Bob Dylan,
Sound Behaviour,
Stockholm Monsters,
Tears for Fears, Tears for Fears, Tears for Fears, Tears for Fears.
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.