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 Sudan and from London.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 Michael McDonald 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 Josef K to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 The Kinks. All the underground hits.
All the Germs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Archie Shepp 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a kango's stein massive record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cecil Taylor,
Ossler,
Kerri Chandler,
MC5,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Minnie Riperton,
Crash Course in Science,
The Neon Judgement,
Maurizio,
Pere Ubu,
Tom Boy,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Dawn Penn,
Hot Snakes,
The Happenings,
Curtis Mayfield,
Fugazi,
Fear,
Con Funk Shun,
Monolake,
Steve Hackett,
Wolf Eyes,
New Age Steppers,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
OOIOO,
kango's stein massive,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Eric Dolphy,
EPMD,
Half Japanese,
Aaron Thompson,
The Trojans,
Carl Craig,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Rotary Connection,
The Detroit Cobras,
Quando Quango,
Blancmange,
Pet Shop Boys,
Erasure,
Marmalade,
Piero Umiliani,
Kevin Saunderson,
Mars,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Todd Rundgren,
Peter and Kerry,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Mandrill,
Echospace,
Procol Harum,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Victims,
Average White Band,
Judy Mowatt,
Urselle,
Graham Central Station,
The Litter,
T.S.O.L., T.S.O.L., T.S.O.L., T.S.O.L..
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.