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 Turkey and from Stockholm.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 John Coltrane to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 K-Klass. All the underground hits.
All Bang On A Can tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kool Moe Dee record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Motions record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Shoche,
Kool Moe Dee,
Mad Mike,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Deakin,
the Human League,
Arthur Verocai,
The Electric Prunes,
Warsaw,
X-102,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Urselle,
Erykah Badu,
Don Cherry,
Aaron Thompson,
Scan 7,
The Modern Lovers,
The Standells,
The Velvet Underground,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Bobby Sherman,
ABC,
Rakim,
Y Pants,
Marine Girls,
Andrew Hill,
Soul II Soul,
Subhumans,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Kinks,
Tropical Tobacco,
Leonard Cohen,
The Star Department,
Wasted Youth,
Bootsy Collins,
UT,
Rhythm & Sound,
Nas,
Moebius,
Rod Modell,
Laurel Aitken,
U.S. Maple,
Lalo Schifrin,
Mo-Dettes,
Outsiders,
Young Marble Giants,
the Swans,
Gil Scott Heron,
Davy DMX,
The Fortunes,
Ronan,
X-Ray Spex,
The Monks,
48th St. Collective,
Mary Jane Girls,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Roger Hodgson,
Sun Ra, Sun Ra, Sun Ra, Sun Ra.
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.