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 Yemen and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Country Teasers to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Aloha Tigers. All the underground hits.
All Pole tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Seeds record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sun City Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
cv313,
Drexciya,
10cc,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Gong,
Fear,
Wolf Eyes,
Quando Quango,
Ornette Coleman,
Arthur Verocai,
Newcleus,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Toasters,
Subhumans,
Charles Mingus,
The Pop Group,
Joensuu 1685,
Arab on Radar,
Scrapy,
Mission of Burma,
Infiniti,
Ronan,
Iggy Pop,
Fela Kuti,
A Certain Ratio,
Pierre Henry,
Bobby Womack,
Todd Rundgren,
Alison Limerick,
Tears for Fears,
Unwound,
Talk Talk,
H. Thieme,
Anthony Braxton,
Buzzcocks,
Ultravox,
Throbbing Gristle,
Hasil Adkins,
The Moleskins,
Grauzone,
MDC,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Detroit Cobras,
Tres Demented,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Los Fastidios,
Can,
Jimmy McGriff,
L. Decosne,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Gastr Del Sol,
Tim Buckley,
Technova,
The Slackers,
Cheater Slicks,
Black Sheep,
DNA, DNA, DNA, DNA.
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.