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 Algeria and from Hong Kong.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Mark Hollis to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Crispian St. Peters. All the underground hits.
All Khruangbin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joy Division 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 a snare and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ituana record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer 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?
Maurizio,
Nick Fraelich,
Yazoo,
The Fall,
The Birthday Party,
LL Cool J,
Aloha Tigers,
Lakeside,
The Cowsills,
Kayak,
Tears for Fears,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Mo-Dettes,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Barrington Levy,
The Evens,
AZ,
Marshall Jefferson,
Audionom,
Zapp,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Donny Hathaway,
Livin' Joy,
Dave Gahan,
The Doors,
Eric Dolphy,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Gun Club,
Ralphi Rosario,
New Age Steppers,
The Mojo Men,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Pulsallama,
Marc Almond,
World's Most,
Roger Hodgson,
Simply Red,
The Sound,
The Invisible,
Bad Manners,
Frankie Knuckles,
Sparks,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Star Department,
Matthew Halsall,
Oneida,
Traffic Nightmare,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Minor Threat,
The Cramps,
Vainqueur,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Gang of Four,
The Modern Lovers,
Throbbing Gristle,
Rod Modell,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Martian,
Sun City Girls,
Darondo,
Bob Dylan,
Anthony Braxton, Anthony Braxton, Anthony Braxton, Anthony Braxton.
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.