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 Cyprus and from New York.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 ABBA to the jazz 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 The Music Machine. All the underground hits.
All Skaos tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Raincoats record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pole record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Suicide,
Rosa Yemen,
Deadbeat,
Pagans,
Young Marble Giants,
The Birthday Party,
MC5,
X-102,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Can,
Judy Mowatt,
Agitation Free,
The Last Poets,
The Martian,
Masters at Work,
Moby Grape,
Eddi Front,
Lou Christie,
John Cale,
Hot Snakes,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Blues Magoos,
Heaven 17,
The Human League,
Nils Olav,
Don Cherry,
Jerry's Kids,
Stetsasonic,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Ronan,
The Mojo Men,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
The Techniques,
Maurizio,
The Wake,
Aswad,
Jandek,
This Heat,
CMW,
Letta Mbulu,
Saccharine Trust,
Black Flag,
Altered Images,
LL Cool J,
The Buckinghams,
The Shadows of Knight,
Donny Hathaway,
Danielle Patucci,
China Crisis,
Cybotron,
Zero Boys,
The Five Americans,
Traffic Nightmare,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Toasters,
B.T. Express,
Intrusion,
Technova,
Gang Gang Dance,
Au Pairs,
Sight & Sound, Sight & Sound, Sight & Sound, Sight & Sound.
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.