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 Lithuania and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 chamberlin 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 The Barracudas to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 FM Einheit. All the underground hits.
All Angry Samoans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every ABBA record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 spring reverb and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a U.S. Maple record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Music Machine,
Camouflage,
Bill Near,
Prince Buster,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Robert Wyatt,
Bluetip,
Vainqueur,
X-101,
Livin' Joy,
Pylon,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Hot Snakes,
Babytalk,
Laurel Aitken,
Darondo,
The Litter,
Yellowson,
Minnie Riperton,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Kerrie Biddell,
Curtis Mayfield,
KRS-One,
Easy Going,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Minor Threat,
Yaz,
Sam Rivers,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Barracudas,
Gichy Dan,
The Vogues,
Barry Ungar,
The Alarm Clocks,
Groovy Waters,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Donny Hathaway,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Monochrome Set,
The Move,
Throbbing Gristle,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
AZ,
Ralphi Rosario,
Radiohead,
Masters at Work,
The Last Poets,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Bobby Byrd,
Jeff Mills,
Public Image Ltd.,
Funky Four + One,
The Star Department,
Charles Mingus,
The Zeros,
Magma,
Bill Wells,
Radiopuhelimet,
Godley & Creme, Godley & Creme, Godley & Creme, Godley & Creme.
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.