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 Saudi Arabia and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 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 Tom Boy to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth. All the underground hits.
All Audionom tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Red Krayola record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Neu! record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Oblivians,
The Fuzztones,
Wings,
Crooked Eye,
Pylon,
Cecil Taylor,
Marvin Gaye,
Niagra,
The Sisters of Mercy,
EPMD,
Smog,
The Saints,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Lou Christie,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Hashim,
Connie Case,
Silicon Teens,
Kerrie Biddell,
Fear,
Bauhaus,
Todd Terry,
Anthony Braxton,
Crime,
Amon Düül II,
Easy Going,
The Beau Brummels,
Howard Jones,
Boredoms,
June Days,
Flipper,
Sun City Girls,
The Happenings,
The Standells,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Wasted Youth,
Roger Hodgson,
Minutemen,
Sam Rivers,
Mo-Dettes,
Yazoo,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Shoche,
Glambeats Corp.,
Mandrill,
Neil Young,
Scott Walker,
Brick,
The Searchers,
Girls At Our Best!,
Donny Hathaway,
Deepchord,
Outsiders,
The Dave Clark Five,
Kaleidoscope,
Sight & Sound,
Bill Wells,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
cv313,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Bob Dylan,
Jeff Lynne,
Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren.
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.