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 Brazil and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Paris.
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 sitar 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 Jeff Mills to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Liaisons Dangereuses. All the underground hits.
All Chris Corsano tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Coltrane record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cowsills record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pierre Henry,
Neu!,
The Birthday Party,
B.T. Express,
The Mojo Men,
The Dirtbombs,
Guru Guru,
David Axelrod,
Bob Dylan,
Flamin' Groovies,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Altered Images,
Chrome,
Robert Hood,
Ice-T,
Pere Ubu,
Delta 5,
Davy DMX,
Roxette,
The Kinks,
The Blackbyrds,
Eddi Front,
Quantec,
Soul Sonic Force,
Dave Gahan,
Wolf Eyes,
The J.B.'s,
The Pretty Things,
Average White Band,
Neil Young,
Blancmange,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Von Mondo,
Marvin Gaye,
Bobby Byrd,
Don Cherry,
Amon Düül II,
The Gap Band,
Camberwell Now,
Jandek,
Stetsasonic,
Nick Fraelich,
Groovy Waters,
Cymande,
R.M.O.,
The Black Dice,
Frankie Knuckles,
Boredoms,
The Searchers,
Mo-Dettes,
10cc,
Circle Jerks,
Alphaville,
Pantytec,
Drexciya,
Glambeats Corp.,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
the Normal,
Harry Pussy,
Danielle Patucci,
Radiohead,
Mr. Review, Mr. Review, Mr. Review, Mr. Review.
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.