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 Pakistan and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 linndrum 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 Moebius to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 The Modern Lovers. All the underground hits.
All Richard Hell and the Voidoids tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scientists 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Bar-Kays,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
David Bowie,
Eric Dolphy,
Sam Rivers,
David Axelrod,
The Human League,
The Cure,
Chris & Cosey,
The Modern Lovers,
Camouflage,
Peter and Kerry,
Arthur Verocai,
Fluxion,
Scan 7,
Andrew Hill,
The Trojans,
Y Pants,
Ice-T,
the Association,
8 Eyed Spy,
Subhumans,
Minor Threat,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
John Coltrane,
The Dead C,
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Ponytail,
Leonard Cohen,
Eden Ahbez,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Los Fastidios,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Al Stewart,
Fear,
The Kinks,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Letta Mbulu,
Sonny Sharrock,
Liliput,
The Smoke,
Sun City Girls,
Bush Tetras,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Flipper,
Eli Mardock,
Yazoo,
Delta 5,
Kurtis Blow,
Harry Pussy,
Silicon Teens,
Deakin,
Tim Buckley,
Crispian St. Peters,
Terry Callier,
Second Layer,
Chrome,
Peter & Gordon,
Trumans Water,
Livin' Joy, Livin' Joy, Livin' Joy, Livin' Joy.
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.