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 Spain and from Lille.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 UT to the disco 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 Kurtis Blow. All the underground hits.
All Selector Dub Narcotic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tommy Roe record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 a marimba and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Wake record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bluetip,
Warren Ellis,
Funky Four + One,
Brass Construction,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Flipper,
Dave Gahan,
Gil Scott Heron,
Tim Buckley,
The Move,
Theoretical Girls,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Scion,
Shuggie Otis,
the Swans,
Ornette Coleman,
Curtis Mayfield,
Crispian St. Peters,
Unrelated Segments,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Monolake,
Motorama,
Spoonie Gee,
The Remains,
Hashim,
the Fania All-Stars,
Kas Product,
Girls At Our Best!,
Morten Harket,
Swans,
Amon Düül,
Jeff Mills,
Tears for Fears,
Crispy Ambulance,
Eden Ahbez,
Oneida,
Simply Red,
The Moody Blues,
Little Man,
Agitation Free,
The Mojo Men,
Alice Coltrane,
Fear,
Rakim,
the Germs,
Index,
The Stooges,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Sixth Finger,
Scan 7,
Fugazi,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Invisible,
Siglo XX,
Dennis Brown,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Joyce Sims,
New Age Steppers,
Ten City,
T. Rex,
Michelle Simonal,
Heaven 17,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux, Lizzy Mercier Descloux, Lizzy Mercier Descloux, Lizzy Mercier Descloux.
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.