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 Singapore and from Cairo.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Average White Band to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Monochrome Set. All the underground hits.
All Jacques Brel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Country Joe & The Fish record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marshall Jefferson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sight & Sound,
Flamin' Groovies,
Stereo Dub,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Human League,
Curtis Mayfield,
Black Bananas,
Warsaw,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Jawbox,
Delta 5,
Babytalk,
Pole,
Glenn Branca,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Bush Tetras,
Au Pairs,
The Kinks,
Amazonics,
Flash Fearless,
Anthony Braxton,
One Last Wish,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Jeff Mills,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Robert Wyatt,
New Age Steppers,
PIL,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Velvet Underground,
The Fuzztones,
Sam Rivers,
The Evens,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The American Breed,
The Litter,
Man Parrish,
Bizarre Inc.,
Unwound,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Cybotron,
Fatback Band,
D'Angelo,
Ultra Naté,
AZ,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Cure,
Anakelly,
Peter & Gordon,
The Modern Lovers,
Radio Birdman,
Prince Buster,
The Music Machine,
The Busters,
Lower 48,
Bauhaus,
Unrelated Segments,
Todd Terry,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Ultravox, Ultravox, Ultravox, Ultravox.
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.