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 Chad and from Delhi.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Vladislav Delay to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Terrestrial Tones. All the underground hits.
All Minnie Riperton tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ice-T record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cecil Taylor record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fugs,
Gang Green,
Can,
Toni Rubio,
This Heat,
The Star Department,
Hashim,
China Crisis,
Tomorrow,
ABC,
Matthew Halsall,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Section 25,
Cheater Slicks,
Harmonia,
Banda Bassotti,
Big Daddy Kane,
Duran Duran,
Agitation Free,
Moby Grape,
LL Cool J,
Letta Mbulu,
Pantytec,
E-Dancer,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Cecil Taylor,
Sister Nancy,
Motorama,
Amon Düül II,
Country Teasers,
Alphaville,
The Angels of Light,
Quando Quango,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Misunderstood,
Television,
Con Funk Shun,
Au Pairs,
Beasts of Bourbon,
a-ha,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Smoke,
Altered Images,
Ituana,
Das Ding,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Fuzztones,
Yazoo,
Crash Course in Science,
The Toasters,
The Stooges,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
David Axelrod,
Erasure,
Slave,
Theoretical Girls,
The Searchers,
Sparks,
Donald Byrd,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Count Five,
Little Man, Little Man, Little Man, Little Man.
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.