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 Congo and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 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 Sad Lovers and Giants to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Standells. All the underground hits.
All Johnny Clarke tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Moon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Names record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultravox,
Unwound,
The Fortunes,
The Sound,
World's Most,
Chris & Cosey,
Animal Collective,
Andrew Hill,
The Cowsills,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Kurtis Blow,
Danielle Patucci,
Derrick Morgan,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Mo-Dettes,
Country Teasers,
Franke,
Dave Gahan,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Y Pants,
The Smiths,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
H. Thieme,
Amon Düül,
Howard Jones,
Isaac Hayes,
Anthony Braxton,
Crispian St. Peters,
Ponytail,
Severed Heads,
Livin' Joy,
The Doors,
Depeche Mode,
Maurizio,
Colin Newman,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Mojo Men,
Outsiders,
Cymande,
CMW,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Todd Terry,
Kas Product,
Khruangbin,
Los Fastidios,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Bobby Sherman,
Rod Modell,
This Heat,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Red Krayola,
Procol Harum,
Wolf Eyes,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Lightning Bolt,
Steve Hackett,
Davy DMX,
Harmonia,
Joey Negro,
New Age Steppers, New Age Steppers, New Age Steppers, New Age Steppers.
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.