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 New Zealand and from Delhi.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 spring reverb 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 Quando Quango to the rock 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 Guru Guru. All the underground hits.
All Crash Course in Science tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Residents 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sixth Finger record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes 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?
Pierre Henry,
The Walker Brothers,
Scan 7,
Soft Cell,
Swell Maps,
Wasted Youth,
Albert Ayler,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Joyce Sims,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Mantronix,
Jeru the Damaja,
Das Ding,
Half Japanese,
Gang Green,
The Raincoats,
Avey Tare,
Terry Callier,
Johnny Clarke,
The Residents,
Sexual Harrassment,
Bill Near,
Gabor Szabo,
Average White Band,
The Martian,
Organ,
Schoolly D,
Rosa Yemen,
Model 500,
Tubeway Army,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Minny Pops,
The Modern Lovers,
Lightning Bolt,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Nas,
Sandy B,
Kevin Saunderson,
Tommy Roe,
Rotary Connection,
X-102,
Wings,
Guru Guru,
Fad Gadget,
Thompson Twins,
Neil Young,
Ten City,
Peter and Kerry,
Popol Vuh,
Joe Smooth,
The Knickerbockers,
In Retrospect,
Black Flag,
China Crisis,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Pussy Galore,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Wolf Eyes,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Misunderstood,
The Zeros,
Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes.
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.