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 Bulgaria and from Lagos.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Bremen.
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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Dawn Penn to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Wally Richardson. All the underground hits.
All Dual Sessions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Danielle Patucci record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Peter and Kerry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Talk Talk,
The Gun Club,
The Music Machine,
Infiniti,
Scott Walker,
China Crisis,
Bauhaus,
Eden Ahbez,
Arab on Radar,
The Fall,
The Raincoats,
The Leaves,
The Gap Band,
Kerrie Biddell,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
the Bar-Kays,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Lee Hazlewood,
L. Decosne,
Pantaleimon,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Move,
Bootsy Collins,
Marc Almond,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Grass Roots,
R.M.O.,
Ponytail,
Intrusion,
Grey Daturas,
Anakelly,
The Slits,
Motorama,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Moody Blues,
Qualms,
Crispy Ambulance,
Eurythmics,
8 Eyed Spy,
Wire,
Silicon Teens,
Isaac Hayes,
Crispian St. Peters,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Mojo Men,
Roxy Music,
Metal Thangz,
Echospace,
Funkadelic,
48th St. Collective,
Rakim,
Second Layer,
Dead Boys,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Crash Course in Science,
the Fania All-Stars,
Black Flag,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Television,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Gang of Four,
Ituana,
The Angels of Light,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Khruangbin, Khruangbin, Khruangbin, Khruangbin.
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.