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 Kyrgyzstan and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Paris.
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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 to the disco 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 Motorama. All the underground hits.
All Yellowson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scott Walker 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a DNA 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?
Radiopuhelimet,
Barbara Tucker,
Television Personalities,
Arcadia,
PIL,
Lebanon Hanover,
Mission of Burma,
Flipper,
Spandau Ballet,
The United States of America,
Loose Ends,
Man Eating Sloth,
Little Man,
CMW,
Ronan,
FM Einheit,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Kas Product,
Rapeman,
In Retrospect,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Patti Smith,
Andrew Hill,
Con Funk Shun,
The Five Americans,
Marine Girls,
Delon & Dalcan,
Ultravox,
The Litter,
Marvin Gaye,
Joey Negro,
The American Breed,
The Black Dice,
The Birthday Party,
Symarip,
Jeff Lynne,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Niagra,
Mars,
Sällskapet,
Piero Umiliani,
Ultra Naté,
Bizarre Inc.,
Roxy Music,
Y Pants,
Mary Jane Girls,
Jacques Brel,
Severed Heads,
Moss Icon,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Warsaw,
The Victims,
Clear Light,
Al Stewart,
The Evens,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Move,
Terry Callier,
Sun Ra,
The Monks,
Bootsy Collins,
David McCallum,
Rites of Spring,
Model 500, Model 500, Model 500, Model 500.
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.