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 Slovakia and from Tehran.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Duran Duran to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Moss Icon. All the underground hits.
All Marc Almond tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deepchord 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sly & The Family Stone record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aswad,
Dorothy Ashby,
Jacques Brel,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Franke,
Donald Byrd,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Roy Ayers,
Mission of Burma,
Model 500,
Motorama,
Nick Fraelich,
Jeff Mills,
The Pretty Things,
The Doors,
Peter & Gordon,
Colin Newman,
Joey Negro,
Au Pairs,
Ludus,
the Human League,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Victims,
Pet Shop Boys,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Gun Club,
Faraquet,
The Birthday Party,
Scratch Acid,
Prince Buster,
Black Flag,
Ultravox,
Wire,
The Blackbyrds,
Anthony Braxton,
Bobby Sherman,
The Fortunes,
Metal Thangz,
Hardrive,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Cluster,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Groovy Waters,
New Age Steppers,
Radiohead,
LL Cool J,
Delta 5,
The Leaves,
Procol Harum,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Index,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Marine Girls,
Fugazi,
Arab on Radar,
Matthew Bourne,
Agitation Free,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Icehouse,
Warren Ellis,
The Knickerbockers, The Knickerbockers, The Knickerbockers, The Knickerbockers.
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.