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 Cambodia and from Seoul.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Five Americans 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 The Five Americans. All the underground hits.
All Sarah Menescal tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Panda Bear record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a New Order record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Neil Young,
Ken Boothe,
Rotary Connection,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Misunderstood,
Ituana,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
John Lydon,
David McCallum,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Rufus Thomas,
Surgeon,
MDC,
The Smiths,
Crash Course in Science,
Pagans,
Radio Birdman,
The Alarm Clocks,
Deakin,
K-Klass,
The Young Rascals,
Sam Rivers,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Basic Channel,
Khruangbin,
Flipper,
Gichy Dan,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Joyce Sims,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Supertramp,
Donald Byrd,
Sexual Harrassment,
Adolescents,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Electric Prunes,
Henry Cow,
Graham Central Station,
Tears for Fears,
B.T. Express,
the Slits,
Das Ding,
X-Ray Spex,
DJ Sneak,
Eddi Front,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Altered Images,
Blake Baxter,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Yellowson,
Siglo XX,
The Pretty Things,
Eve St. Jones,
Ossler,
Colin Newman,
Sister Nancy,
Clear Light, Clear Light, Clear Light, Clear Light.
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.