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 Azerbaijan and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Public Enemy to the rap 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 Bobby Sherman. All the underground hits.
All Mandrill tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Public Enemy 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Spandau Ballet record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jerry Gold Smith,
Japan,
Pierre Henry,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Pulsallama,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Angels of Light,
Sister Nancy,
Sonic Youth,
The Fugs,
Wings,
The Martian,
The Gun Club,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
T. Rex,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Scientists,
Joyce Sims,
Ossler,
Roger Hodgson,
Girls At Our Best!,
Ituana,
Stereo Dub,
Moebius,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Nation of Ulysses,
Brand Nubian,
Marine Girls,
Scion,
Rhythm & Sound,
Chris Corsano,
The Slits,
Dark Day,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Johnny Osbourne,
Blake Baxter,
Derrick May,
Sex Pistols,
Scrapy,
kango's stein massive,
Unrelated Segments,
Erasure,
Niagra,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Bluetip,
New Order,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Trumans Water,
Jimmy McGriff,
Aswad,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Pole,
Minor Threat,
Fluxion,
Mr. Review,
The Names,
Robert Wyatt,
Godley & Creme,
Sixth Finger,
Colin Newman,
Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren.
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.