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 Luxembourg and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 theremin 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 10cc to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 D'Angelo. All the underground hits.
All Easy Going tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Robert Wyatt record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dennis Brown record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Patti Smith,
Idris Muhammad,
Bobby Womack,
June Days,
Joe Smooth,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Leaves,
The Count Five,
Laurel Aitken,
Eurythmics,
Swell Maps,
Outsiders,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Eric Copeland,
The Stooges,
Unwound,
Cameo,
Make Up,
Eden Ahbez,
The Gap Band,
The Misunderstood,
David Bowie,
The Searchers,
Simply Red,
The Saints,
Banda Bassotti,
Drive Like Jehu,
John Lydon,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Joe Finger,
Pantytec,
Panda Bear,
Franke,
Ultimate Spinach,
Hoover,
Ice-T,
Angry Samoans,
The Invisible,
Excepter,
Y Pants,
Ossler,
Q and Not U,
The Move,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Pierre Henry,
Bill Near,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Hashim,
Scientists,
Crime,
Hardrive,
Rekid,
Barclay James Harvest,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Soft Cell,
Masters at Work,
Brothers Johnson,
Marine Girls,
Pole,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Howard Jones,
Absolute Body Control,
Byron Stingily, Byron Stingily, Byron Stingily, Byron Stingily.
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.