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 Kenya and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 chamberlin 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 Big Daddy Kane to the disco 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 Vaughan Mason & Crew. All the underground hits.
All Cal Tjader tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tom Boy 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tubeway Army record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultravox,
Banda Bassotti,
Public Enemy,
MC5,
Harpers Bizarre,
Sight & Sound,
Jandek,
Lakeside,
The Pretty Things,
Joyce Sims,
Bill Wells,
The Buckinghams,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Ronan,
Gang Starr,
New York Dolls,
Infiniti,
Sam Rivers,
Colin Newman,
Newcleus,
Joe Smooth,
Pole,
Lee Hazlewood,
Roy Ayers,
Tubeway Army,
Echospace,
Talk Talk,
Los Fastidios,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Drive Like Jehu,
Barrington Levy,
Pierre Henry,
Juan Atkins,
Tommy Roe,
10cc,
8 Eyed Spy,
Heaven 17,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Basic Channel,
Bang On A Can,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Moby Grape,
La Düsseldorf,
Mission of Burma,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Suicide,
Ponytail,
Connie Case,
Depeche Mode,
Bobby Womack,
The Zeros,
Dual Sessions,
Swell Maps,
Surgeon,
Hashim,
Sun City Girls,
Fatback Band,
Crispian St. Peters,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Crash Course in Science, Crash Course in Science, Crash Course in Science, Crash Course in Science.
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.