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 Benin and from Winnipeg.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Seoul.
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 1976 at the first Chic 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 Groovy Waters to the crunk 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 Talk Talk. All the underground hits.
All Aural Exciters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Newcleus record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scrapy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pierre Henry,
Buzzcocks,
Dual Sessions,
Fad Gadget,
The Seeds,
Pole,
Cheater Slicks,
Man Eating Sloth,
Bush Tetras,
Jimmy McGriff,
Neil Young,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Sun Ra,
Boz Scaggs,
Avey Tare,
Ornette Coleman,
Jerry's Kids,
Pagans,
Gregory Isaacs,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Knickerbockers,
Jandek,
Delon & Dalcan,
Dorothy Ashby,
The New Christs,
Severed Heads,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
10cc,
Tropical Tobacco,
Patti Smith,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Monks,
Thompson Twins,
John Lydon,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Walker Brothers,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Mark Hollis,
Lou Reed,
The Five Americans,
Colin Newman,
Chrome,
Howard Jones,
Pantaleimon,
Brand Nubian,
Graham Central Station,
Loose Ends,
Echospace,
Newcleus,
Ken Boothe,
Whodini,
the Swans,
The Dave Clark Five,
Agent Orange,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Camberwell Now,
Parry Music,
Lower 48,
Tomorrow,
The Offenders, The Offenders, The Offenders, The Offenders.
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.