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 Portugal and from Lille.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 The Kinks to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Cure. All the underground hits.
All Main Source tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bizarre Inc. record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Move record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Electric Prunes,
Niagra,
Lalann,
Man Eating Sloth,
Flash Fearless,
The Saints,
Hot Snakes,
Kayak,
Alphaville,
Radio Birdman,
The Slackers,
Drexciya,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Los Fastidios,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Matthew Bourne,
Alice Coltrane,
Anthony Braxton,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Ituana,
DJ Sneak,
The Last Poets,
10cc,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Organ,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Ossler,
Alton Ellis,
Arthur Verocai,
These Immortal Souls,
Massinfluence,
The Skatalites,
Roger Hodgson,
The Velvet Underground,
Boogie Down Productions,
Nik Kershaw,
Pagans,
Roxy Music,
the Association,
Cheater Slicks,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Gap Band,
Smog,
Throbbing Gristle,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Suburban Knight,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Vainqueur,
Unwound,
Camouflage,
Easy Going,
Qualms,
Nirvana,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
cv313,
Groovy Waters,
Donny Hathaway,
The New Christs,
48th St. Collective,
New York Dolls, New York Dolls, New York Dolls, New York Dolls.
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.