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 Israel and from Portland.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Sun City Girls to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Sunsets and Hearts. All the underground hits.
All Nico tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every AZ 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 an organ and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Albert Ayler record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Q65,
Donald Byrd,
Ten City,
Pagans,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Brick,
Ronan,
The Raincoats,
Visage,
Blake Baxter,
Zapp,
Marmalade,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Soulsonic Force,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Darondo,
Lower 48,
Banda Bassotti,
Juan Atkins,
Eric Dolphy,
Camberwell Now,
Mars,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Black Bananas,
Eric Copeland,
Joy Division,
Eden Ahbez,
The Mummies,
The Tremeloes,
Make Up,
Black Pus,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Human League,
The Monochrome Set,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Kerri Chandler,
Lungfish,
Erasure,
John Foxx,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Hoover,
Aloha Tigers,
The Sonics,
Bobby Womack,
The Misunderstood,
Letta Mbulu,
Agent Orange,
Boz Scaggs,
Nik Kershaw,
Dead Boys,
Avey Tare,
Michelle Simonal,
Gang Starr,
EPMD,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Residents,
Junior Murvin,
Khruangbin,
Wasted Youth,
B.T. Express,
The Litter,
Neil Young, Neil Young, Neil Young, Neil Young.
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.