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 Nicaragua and from Madrid.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Eric Dolphy to the jazz 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 Banda Bassotti. All the underground hits.
All Organ tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Tremeloes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Television record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Black Dice,
Bush Tetras,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Sam Rivers,
Y Pants,
Black Flag,
Qualms,
La Düsseldorf,
Skarface,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Pole,
Gong,
Q65,
Sarah Menescal,
The Tremeloes,
Reuben Wilson,
The Young Rascals,
Boz Scaggs,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Q and Not U,
Lalo Schifrin,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Black Moon,
Duran Duran,
Cluster,
Michelle Simonal,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Reagan Youth,
Moby Grape,
The Neon Judgement,
Suburban Knight,
The Five Americans,
Glenn Branca,
The Music Machine,
Davy DMX,
Blossom Toes,
The Misunderstood,
Lebanon Hanover,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Index,
Sun City Girls,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Suicide,
10cc,
Gil Scott Heron,
Darondo,
The Count Five,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Gabor Szabo,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Remains,
8 Eyed Spy,
June Days,
Swans,
Dead Boys,
Grey Daturas,
Eddi Front,
Organ,
Soft Cell,
Gerry Rafferty,
Colin Newman, Colin Newman, Colin Newman, Colin Newman.
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.