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 Cape Verde and from Seoul.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Mary Jane Girls to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Carl Craig. All the underground hits.
All Guru Guru tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Infiniti record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Terrestrial Tones record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Sister Nancy,
Al Stewart,
The Black Dice,
Nirvana,
Cybotron,
Roger Hodgson,
Sam Rivers,
Jerry Gold Smith,
the Slits,
John Holt,
Franke,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Los Fastidios,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Crash Course in Science,
Peter and Kerry,
Mad Mike,
Brand Nubian,
Buzzcocks,
Eric Dolphy,
Crooked Eye,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Lightning Bolt,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Arcadia,
Kenny Larkin,
The Golliwogs,
EPMD,
Trumans Water,
Flamin' Groovies,
Jerry's Kids,
The Beau Brummels,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
DNA,
The Gories,
Isaac Hayes,
H. Thieme,
The Pretty Things,
Index,
Darondo,
The Red Krayola,
Tim Buckley,
Wolf Eyes,
Silicon Teens,
Nils Olav,
Curtis Mayfield,
Sarah Menescal,
Scrapy,
Mary Jane Girls,
Shoche,
Funkadelic,
Barbara Tucker,
Gastr Del Sol,
Oneida,
Echospace,
Nick Fraelich,
Simply Red,
Banda Bassotti,
Aural Exciters,
Joe Finger, Joe Finger, Joe Finger, Joe Finger.
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.