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 Liechtenstein and from Salvador.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon to the dance 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 Tim Buckley. All the underground hits.
All Morten Harket tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Porter Ricks 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Janne Schatter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soul II Soul,
Mr. Review,
Shuggie Otis,
Wings,
Bush Tetras,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Fortunes,
H. Thieme,
Michelle Simonal,
Grandmaster Flash,
June of 44,
These Immortal Souls,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Chris & Cosey,
Mandrill,
Talk Talk,
Grey Daturas,
Lakeside,
Fela Kuti,
Underground Resistance,
Electric Prunes,
Subhumans,
Lower 48,
John Foxx,
Procol Harum,
Howard Jones,
Das Ding,
The Slackers,
Bob Dylan,
Susan Cadogan,
Jandek,
David McCallum,
Sam Rivers,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Henry Cow,
Pantaleimon,
Heaven 17,
The United States of America,
Eden Ahbez,
Minny Pops,
Idris Muhammad,
Buzzcocks,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Marcia Griffiths,
Gerry Rafferty,
Ituana,
Japan,
The Flesh Eaters,
Bang On A Can,
Big Daddy Kane,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
CMW,
Moebius,
Con Funk Shun,
Rotary Connection,
Black Moon,
Darondo,
Pantytec,
Leonard Cohen,
Deepchord,
Yazoo,
The Invisible, The Invisible, The Invisible, The Invisible.
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.