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 Sri Lanka and from Calgary.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 guitar 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 Skarface to the rock 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 Peter and Kerry. All the underground hits.
All The Modern Lovers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Subhumans 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scrapy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Kenny Larkin,
The Moleskins,
Ludus,
Negative Approach,
Camouflage,
Morten Harket,
Gastr Del Sol,
Rekid,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Standells,
Bobby Sherman,
Joey Negro,
Graham Central Station,
Lou Reed,
The Divine Comedy,
Deakin,
Nils Olav,
Warren Ellis,
Kerri Chandler,
Index,
Lower 48,
Das Ding,
Erykah Badu,
Joensuu 1685,
Eddi Front,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Michelle Simonal,
Procol Harum,
Hardrive,
the Fania All-Stars,
Slave,
Freddie Wadling,
Ultimate Spinach,
Bill Near,
Steve Hackett,
Matthew Halsall,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
H. Thieme,
The Doobie Brothers,
Ituana,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Television,
Pharoah Sanders,
Pole,
Kevin Saunderson,
Skaos,
The Martian,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Fugs,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Smiths,
Sonic Youth,
David Bowie,
Marshall Jefferson,
Avey Tare,
Royal Trux,
The Music Machine,
China Crisis,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Gang Green,
Heaven 17,
Babytalk,
The Moody Blues, The Moody Blues, The Moody Blues, The Moody Blues.
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.