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 Slovakia and from Columbus.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 K-Klass to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Spoonie Gee. All the underground hits.
All Lizzy Mercier Descloux tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Porter Ricks 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 sitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Sherman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fad Gadget,
The Pretty Things,
Sun City Girls,
Charles Mingus,
Roxette,
Idris Muhammad,
Panda Bear,
Rapeman,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Circle Jerks,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Derrick Morgan,
Faust,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Index,
Throbbing Gristle,
Monks,
Yusef Lateef,
B.T. Express,
Khruangbin,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Tomorrow,
Lou Reed,
Theoretical Girls,
Erasure,
Slave,
Dave Gahan,
OOIOO,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Bill Near,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Barclay James Harvest,
Radiohead,
Eli Mardock,
The Zeros,
Symarip,
Visage,
The Golliwogs,
The Gladiators,
Gregory Isaacs,
Mantronix,
Television,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Raincoats,
Jeff Lynne,
Nas,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Birthday Party,
JFA,
Harry Pussy,
Jacob Miller,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Danielle Patucci,
Warren Ellis,
Public Enemy,
Eric B and Rakim,
Amon Düül,
Gang Starr,
Fugazi,
Animal Collective,
Slick Rick,
David Bowie, David Bowie, David Bowie, David Bowie.
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.