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 Panama and from Winnipeg.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 guitar 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 Stetsasonic to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Pantaleimon. All the underground hits.
All The Gun Club tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Frankie Knuckles record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gil Scott Heron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Slackers,
Half Japanese,
June Days,
DJ Sneak,
China Crisis,
Cecil Taylor,
Jeff Mills,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Sandy B,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Red Krayola,
Los Fastidios,
Yazoo,
Nas,
Jacob Miller,
R.M.O.,
Slave,
Visage,
Severed Heads,
Minor Threat,
Black Bananas,
Country Teasers,
Newcleus,
The Pretty Things,
The Angels of Light,
Lou Christie,
Sonic Youth,
D'Angelo,
The Golliwogs,
the Fania All-Stars,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Jerry's Kids,
Blake Baxter,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Robert Wyatt,
Guru Guru,
Big Daddy Kane,
Throbbing Gristle,
Gang of Four,
Kayak,
John Cale,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Laurel Aitken,
Mission of Burma,
Terry Callier,
Bobby Byrd,
Dark Day,
Tres Demented,
The Misunderstood,
Fatback Band,
Ultimate Spinach,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Martian,
Ronnie Foster,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Arab on Radar,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Mr. Review,
Steve Hackett,
T.S.O.L.,
Surgeon,
These Immortal Souls,
the Human League, the Human League, the Human League, the Human League.
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.