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 Ireland and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in London.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 harpsichord 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 Heavy D & The Boyz to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Lou Reed & John Cale. All the underground hits.
All Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gian Franco Pienzio record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 synthesizer and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Seeds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rod Modell,
Lou Reed,
Mary Jane Girls,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Dual Sessions,
Ornette Coleman,
Cameo,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Severed Heads,
Ralphi Rosario,
Mark Hollis,
JFA,
Joensuu 1685,
In Retrospect,
Sonic Youth,
Mad Mike,
Con Funk Shun,
The Music Machine,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Moleskins,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Cowsills,
World's Most,
Soul II Soul,
Don Cherry,
Scientists,
Unwound,
K-Klass,
Tropical Tobacco,
Flash Fearless,
Vainqueur,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Make Up,
Khruangbin,
Eddi Front,
Silicon Teens,
The Pretty Things,
Radiopuhelimet,
Frankie Knuckles,
Marmalade,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Sparks,
June Days,
Royal Trux,
Robert Wyatt,
Dennis Brown,
Shuggie Otis,
Skaos,
Tears for Fears,
The Gladiators,
Lee Hazlewood,
The United States of America,
Circle Jerks,
R.M.O.,
The Leaves,
ABBA,
Nils Olav, Nils Olav, Nils Olav, Nils Olav.
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.