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 Syria and from Calgary.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Au Pairs to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Archie Shepp. All the underground hits.
All Chris & Cosey tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tomorrow 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Can record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dave Gahan,
Ituana,
Sällskapet,
Andrew Hill,
Smog,
Mandrill,
T. Rex,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Black Moon,
Duran Duran,
Man Eating Sloth,
Soul Sonic Force,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Ken Boothe,
The Saints,
The Modern Lovers,
Y Pants,
Fluxion,
Bobby Sherman,
Minor Threat,
Marcia Griffiths,
Stereo Dub,
MDC,
Dead Boys,
Hot Snakes,
Todd Rundgren,
Drive Like Jehu,
Pharoah Sanders,
Ronan,
Kayak,
Ornette Coleman,
Jandek,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Music Machine,
Man Parrish,
Scratch Acid,
Eden Ahbez,
Pole,
Das Ding,
Danielle Patucci,
Deepchord,
Second Layer,
David McCallum,
Trumans Water,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Seeds,
Minnie Riperton,
The New Christs,
Can,
Minutemen,
Bluetip,
Suburban Knight,
Minny Pops,
Scrapy,
Audionom,
Isaac Hayes,
Lightning Bolt,
Nico,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Eric Dolphy,
Negative Approach,
Roy Ayers,
Theoretical Girls, Theoretical Girls, Theoretical Girls, Theoretical Girls.
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.