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 Turkmenistan and from Mumbai.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 synthesizer 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 Unrelated Segments to the punk 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 The Monks. All the underground hits.
All Jandek tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Susan Cadogan 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Radiohead record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fad Gadget,
Jeff Lynne,
Joy Division,
Harpers Bizarre,
Smog,
Khruangbin,
The Young Rascals,
Minnie Riperton,
Soul II Soul,
Loose Ends,
The Residents,
Pole,
Bizarre Inc.,
The New Christs,
Piero Umiliani,
Brand Nubian,
Goldenarms,
Outsiders,
Livin' Joy,
Popol Vuh,
Joyce Sims,
James White and The Blacks,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
World's Most,
The Electric Prunes,
The Grass Roots,
Sight & Sound,
Ten City,
Tom Boy,
The Pop Group,
Visage,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Raincoats,
The Divine Comedy,
The Star Department,
Rapeman,
Shoche,
Kool Moe Dee,
Talk Talk,
Alice Coltrane,
The Pretty Things,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Evens,
the Human League,
The Red Krayola,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Robert Hood,
Derrick May,
Lucky Dragons,
The Human League,
The Cramps,
Nick Fraelich,
Gerry Rafferty,
Faust,
The Cure,
Todd Terry,
The Alarm Clocks,
David Bowie,
The Wake,
Yellowson,
The Jesus and Mary Chain, The Jesus and Mary Chain, The Jesus and Mary Chain, The Jesus and Mary Chain.
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.