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 Ghana and from Paris.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 theremin 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 Intrusion to the crunk 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 Gichy Dan. All the underground hits.
All Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Moebius record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 harpsichord and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Moody Blues record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Theoretical Girls,
The Blues Magoos,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Icehouse,
The Toasters,
Don Cherry,
Lindisfarne,
World's Most,
Ronan,
Stereo Dub,
Vainqueur,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Moleskins,
Peter & Gordon,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Knickerbockers,
kango's stein massive,
The Shadows of Knight,
David McCallum,
Scan 7,
Motorama,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Connie Case,
The Busters,
Scratch Acid,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Marcia Griffiths,
Crash Course in Science,
The Remains,
Pere Ubu,
the Slits,
The Sonics,
Funky Four + One,
Grauzone,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Jimmy McGriff,
Fad Gadget,
Pylon,
The Motions,
Skaos,
E-Dancer,
X-102,
Stetsasonic,
The Smoke,
Soft Cell,
Parry Music,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Rufus Thomas,
The Durutti Column,
Steve Hackett,
Pantaleimon,
The Fire Engines,
Faraquet,
Fluxion,
Groovy Waters,
Rites of Spring,
Delon & Dalcan,
Lou Reed,
June Days,
Kaleidoscope,
Khruangbin,
Tom Boy, Tom Boy, Tom Boy, Tom Boy.
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.