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 the UAE and from Paris.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the sitar 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 Sonny Sharrock to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 David McCallum. All the underground hits.
All The Jesus and Mary Chain tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pierre Henry record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Supertramp record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Interpol,
Hoover,
Kerri Chandler,
Accadde A,
Livin' Joy,
Saccharine Trust,
Alton Ellis,
Moss Icon,
The Leaves,
Barclay James Harvest,
Adolescents,
The Residents,
The Grass Roots,
Todd Rundgren,
Pylon,
Robert Görl,
Ludus,
Animal Collective,
Dual Sessions,
Juan Atkins,
Donald Byrd,
David Bowie,
Newcleus,
PIL,
Arthur Verocai,
Kurtis Blow,
The Pop Group,
The Walker Brothers,
Lyres,
Jesper Dahlback,
Dead Boys,
Crash Course in Science,
Nirvana,
Intrusion,
The Slackers,
Fugazi,
Little Man,
Lou Reed,
Reagan Youth,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Ossler,
Sun City Girls,
The Doors,
Basic Channel,
Drive Like Jehu,
Groovy Waters,
Max Romeo,
Donny Hathaway,
Gastr Del Sol,
Bluetip,
X-102,
Gil Scott Heron,
Banda Bassotti,
Mars,
UT,
The Barracudas,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Happenings,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Danielle Patucci,
Tom Boy,
Niagra, Niagra, Niagra, Niagra.
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.