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 Venezuela and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 The New Christs to the jazz 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 Pharoah Sanders. All the underground hits.
All Davy DMX tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultramagnetic MC's record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Reagan Youth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gong,
Electric Prunes,
Television Personalities,
Lindisfarne,
The Detroit Cobras,
Swell Maps,
Althea and Donna,
The Neon Judgement,
Blancmange,
Tubeway Army,
Marshall Jefferson,
Colin Newman,
Ohio Players,
Kaleidoscope,
Jimmy McGriff,
Black Sheep,
The Sound,
Gil Scott Heron,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Camouflage,
Sister Nancy,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Cal Tjader,
Clear Light,
The Mojo Men,
Roxy Music,
New York Dolls,
Gastr Del Sol,
Harmonia,
MC5,
The New Christs,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Moss Icon,
The Victims,
Amon Düül II,
Cybotron,
Josef K,
Basic Channel,
Henry Cow,
Rhythm & Sound,
Warren Ellis,
Interpol,
Fad Gadget,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Aaron Thompson,
Gang Gang Dance,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Morten Harket,
The Gap Band,
Scratch Acid,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Index,
Hoover,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Mantronix,
Fluxion,
Cluster,
Crash Course in Science,
John Cale, John Cale, John Cale, John Cale.
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.