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 San Marino and from Tokyo.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 sitar 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 Agitation Free to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Stetsasonic. All the underground hits.
All Funkadelic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eden Ahbez record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Faust record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Dirtbombs,
Minnie Riperton,
Kaleidoscope,
Lalann,
Steve Hackett,
Dorothy Ashby,
Unwound,
Duran Duran,
Erasure,
Model 500,
Radiohead,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Brass Construction,
One Last Wish,
Deepchord,
Bob Dylan,
Man Parrish,
Chris & Cosey,
Godley & Creme,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Lou Christie,
Susan Cadogan,
Skriet,
Camberwell Now,
Mantronix,
Porter Ricks,
Lightning Bolt,
The Zeros,
the Slits,
Ultra Naté,
Kevin Saunderson,
Magma,
Bill Near,
Gang Gang Dance,
Popol Vuh,
Avey Tare,
the Fania All-Stars,
Bizarre Inc.,
Arab on Radar,
Panda Bear,
Donald Byrd,
A Certain Ratio,
Sun City Girls,
Barry Ungar,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
EPMD,
Audionom,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Spoonie Gee,
The Electric Prunes,
Negative Approach,
Tim Buckley,
Suicide,
Visage,
The Sonics,
Crash Course in Science,
Loose Ends,
Ultravox,
Black Pus,
PIL,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Pantaleimon,
Bobby Womack,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five, Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five, Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five, Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five.
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.