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 Indonesia and from Glasgow.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 organ 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 The Misunderstood 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 Panda Bear. All the underground hits.
All Cal Tjader tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Detroit Cobras record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yellowson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Letta Mbulu,
Cameo,
Altered Images,
The Fugs,
Mo-Dettes,
Arcadia,
Sandy B,
Country Teasers,
Easy Going,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Music Machine,
The Velvet Underground,
Chris & Cosey,
Kaleidoscope,
Joe Finger,
Deadbeat,
Robert Görl,
Sonic Youth,
Nico,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Dead C,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Pantaleimon,
CMW,
The American Breed,
Mr. Review,
Hoover,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Knickerbockers,
Shuggie Otis,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Rapeman,
A Certain Ratio,
Mad Mike,
Underground Resistance,
the Soft Cell,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Average White Band,
Slave,
Sonny Sharrock,
Black Bananas,
Bizarre Inc.,
Lucky Dragons,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Procol Harum,
Rhythm & Sound,
Ultravox,
Blake Baxter,
Warsaw,
Derrick Morgan,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Rites of Spring,
Unrelated Segments,
Negative Approach,
Pet Shop Boys,
Toni Rubio, Toni Rubio, Toni Rubio, Toni Rubio.
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.