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 Palau and from Delhi.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Lakeside 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 The New Christs. All the underground hits.
All Alison Limerick tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Albert Ayler record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roy Ayers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Interpol,
Bronski Beat,
kango's stein massive,
Suicide,
Half Japanese,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Cowsills,
Bill Wells,
Cymande,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Circle Jerks,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Todd Terry,
Flash Fearless,
John Cale,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Litter,
Jacob Miller,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Ultravox,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Jandek,
Cluster,
Mantronix,
Connie Case,
Kurtis Blow,
Nick Fraelich,
Black Sheep,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Chris & Cosey,
Marvin Gaye,
Donny Hathaway,
Sam Rivers,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Robert Hood,
The Fuzztones,
A Certain Ratio,
Marshall Jefferson,
Wire,
John Lydon,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Kayak,
Rakim,
The Leaves,
Gabor Szabo,
Panda Bear,
Todd Rundgren,
Bush Tetras,
Lou Christie,
The Raincoats,
The Monochrome Set,
Minor Threat,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Little Man,
Joey Negro,
Blancmange,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Mission of Burma,
The Velvet Underground, The Velvet Underground, The Velvet Underground, The Velvet Underground.
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.