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 Bulgaria and from Beijing.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 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 Morten Harket to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Misunderstood. All the underground hits.
All Unrelated Segments tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Babytalk 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pierre Henry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aural Exciters,
Depeche Mode,
Man Eating Sloth,
Au Pairs,
Cybotron,
The Move,
Easy Going,
The Slits,
Donald Byrd,
Tom Boy,
48th St. Collective,
Banda Bassotti,
The Saints,
Second Layer,
Mantronix,
Tres Demented,
Stereo Dub,
Bobby Sherman,
Jerry's Kids,
Cheater Slicks,
Masters at Work,
Bizarre Inc.,
Kayak,
Youth Brigade,
Carl Craig,
Warsaw,
Mark Hollis,
The Seeds,
June of 44,
Cal Tjader,
Jacob Miller,
The Velvet Underground,
Glenn Branca,
Lalann,
Shuggie Otis,
Flamin' Groovies,
Rufus Thomas,
K-Klass,
Marvin Gaye,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Black Dice,
Rakim,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Bang On A Can,
MC5,
the Sonics,
The Dave Clark Five,
Camberwell Now,
John Coltrane,
Erasure,
Drive Like Jehu,
Skriet,
the Swans,
Harpers Bizarre,
Sällskapet,
Country Teasers,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Tremeloes,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Bluetip,
Blancmange,
Theoretical Girls,
Lou Reed, Lou Reed, Lou Reed, Lou Reed.
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.