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 India and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Tropical Tobacco to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Godley & Creme. All the underground hits.
All Howard Jones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every H. Thieme 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kevin Saunderson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Angels of Light,
Janne Schatter,
Quadrant,
Television,
Roxette,
Man Parrish,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Cluster,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Flipper,
Eric Dolphy,
Charles Mingus,
Bob Dylan,
World's Most,
the Swans,
Peter and Kerry,
The Mighty Diamonds,
48th St. Collective,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
a-ha,
Soft Machine,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Ultimate Spinach,
Rakim,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Evens,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Gories,
Gabor Szabo,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
ABC,
Big Daddy Kane,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Infiniti,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Human League,
JFA,
Gerry Rafferty,
Roy Ayers,
Half Japanese,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Stooges,
Brick,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Absolute Body Control,
June of 44,
CMW,
The Victims,
X-102,
Mars,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Jeru the Damaja,
Nation of Ulysses,
Crooked Eye,
David Axelrod,
Sällskapet,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Oneida,
The Raincoats,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Lou Reed & Metallica, Lou Reed & Metallica, Lou Reed & Metallica, Lou Reed & Metallica.
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.