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 India and from Cairo.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam to the rock 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 Agitation Free. All the underground hits.
All Lizzy Mercier Descloux tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tim Buckley 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Warsaw record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sparks,
Soft Machine,
Todd Rundgren,
Barbara Tucker,
Theoretical Girls,
Max Romeo,
Sam Rivers,
The Music Machine,
MDC,
Los Fastidios,
Khruangbin,
Angry Samoans,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Mission of Burma,
Donald Byrd,
The United States of America,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
cv313,
The Gories,
Flipper,
Guru Guru,
Rosa Yemen,
Althea and Donna,
Flash Fearless,
Wings,
PIL,
Brothers Johnson,
The Sound,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Pretty Things,
The Five Americans,
Niagra,
Underground Resistance,
Goldenarms,
Minnie Riperton,
Reuben Wilson,
Soul II Soul,
The Modern Lovers,
Sight & Sound,
The Misunderstood,
Rekid,
Negative Approach,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Skriet,
Visage,
Pere Ubu,
Brand Nubian,
Q65,
U.S. Maple,
The Standells,
Morten Harket,
Procol Harum,
The Trojans,
The Moody Blues,
Royal Trux,
The Count Five,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Remains,
Cal Tjader,
Motorama, Motorama, Motorama, Motorama.
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.