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 Ukraine 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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 OOIOO to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Cabaret Voltaire. All the underground hits.
All DeepChord presents Echospace tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Spandau Ballet 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Todd Terry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Delon & Dalcan,
the Swans,
Qualms,
Public Image Ltd.,
Nation of Ulysses,
Rites of Spring,
Sparks,
The Barracudas,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Robert Görl,
Index,
The Five Americans,
EPMD,
Toni Rubio,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Nils Olav,
Cecil Taylor,
Jerry's Kids,
Nirvana,
Iggy Pop,
Livin' Joy,
Smog,
John Cale,
Minutemen,
Isaac Hayes,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Ice-T,
Funkadelic,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Das Ding,
Pantaleimon,
Desert Stars,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Girls At Our Best!,
Steve Hackett,
Circle Jerks,
Crime,
New Age Steppers,
Kayak,
Siglo XX,
The Techniques,
Harpers Bizarre,
Gastr Del Sol,
Pet Shop Boys,
Jacob Miller,
Public Enemy,
10cc,
Joe Finger,
Oneida,
Eve St. Jones,
Hardrive,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Technova,
The J.B.'s,
Gang Starr,
The Electric Prunes,
Pylon,
Terry Callier,
Skaos,
Kenny Larkin,
The Gories,
The Misunderstood,
Charles Mingus, Charles Mingus, Charles Mingus, Charles Mingus.
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.