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 Lagos.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 guitar 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 Charles Mingus to the disco 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 Marvin Gaye. All the underground hits.
All Eli Mardock tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mary Jane Girls 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Clear Light record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Rakim,
Q and Not U,
The Tremeloes,
Chris & Cosey,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Visage,
Easy Going,
Stockholm Monsters,
Cecil Taylor,
Animal Collective,
The Trojans,
Inner City,
In Retrospect,
The Human League,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Essential Logic,
Minnie Riperton,
Darondo,
Reagan Youth,
Oneida,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Rapeman,
Jawbox,
The Doobie Brothers,
Piero Umiliani,
KRS-One,
Mr. Review,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Josef K,
Black Flag,
Camouflage,
Deadbeat,
Sound Behaviour,
Panda Bear,
Ossler,
Stiv Bators,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Young Marble Giants,
Roxy Music,
Lou Reed,
Joensuu 1685,
Procol Harum,
The Sonics,
Avey Tare,
Alton Ellis,
Barbara Tucker,
Howard Jones,
Slick Rick,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Residents,
Mad Mike,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Camberwell Now,
Moss Icon,
Amon Düül,
Aloha Tigers,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Birthday Party,
Sonic Youth,
Metal Thangz, Metal Thangz, Metal Thangz, Metal Thangz.
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.