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 Liberia and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 güiro 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 Lou Reed & John Cale to the grunge 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 Sunsets and Hearts. All the underground hits.
All Piero Umiliani tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dennis Brown 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 rhodes and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pylon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mary Jane Girls,
Country Teasers,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Buckinghams,
Schoolly D,
Reuben Wilson,
Index,
Unwound,
Grauzone,
Scrapy,
Sun City Girls,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
the Normal,
Janne Schatter,
Yusef Lateef,
Roxy Music,
The Red Krayola,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
the Bar-Kays,
The Music Machine,
Gregory Isaacs,
John Cale,
Traffic Nightmare,
Jesper Dahlback,
Terrestrial Tones,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Model 500,
Mr. Review,
Todd Terry,
Todd Rundgren,
Chris & Cosey,
Harpers Bizarre,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Neil Young,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
James White and The Blacks,
Joensuu 1685,
Desert Stars,
Gichy Dan,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Skatalites,
Barry Ungar,
Saccharine Trust,
The Searchers,
Y Pants,
DNA,
F. McDonald,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Marc Almond,
Easy Going,
Cluster,
Absolute Body Control,
Technova,
Amon Düül,
Depeche Mode,
Eric Dolphy,
Colin Newman,
Excepter,
Hoover,
Pylon,
Hasil Adkins, Hasil Adkins, Hasil Adkins, Hasil Adkins.
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.