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 Togo and from London.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 chamberlin 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 Fluxion to the crunk 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 Stiv Bators. All the underground hits.
All Chris Corsano tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Womack record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a theremin 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 chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cluster,
Carl Craig,
Pantaleimon,
The Vogues,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Blake Baxter,
The Alarm Clocks,
Marmalade,
Model 500,
Massinfluence,
Soft Machine,
The Tremeloes,
Sonic Youth,
The Remains,
DJ Style,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Eric Dolphy,
The Durutti Column,
Traffic Nightmare,
Ten City,
Visage,
Roxette,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Robert Görl,
Fear,
Royal Trux,
Susan Cadogan,
Lakeside,
Tim Buckley,
The Modern Lovers,
Surgeon,
Mary Jane Girls,
Rhythm & Sound,
Average White Band,
Los Fastidios,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Grauzone,
Nico,
Easy Going,
Zero Boys,
Ultravox,
Joy Division,
Schoolly D,
Con Funk Shun,
Gil Scott Heron,
X-101,
Warren Ellis,
Marc Almond,
Q and Not U,
Masters at Work,
Absolute Body Control,
Magazine,
Lower 48,
Throbbing Gristle,
Kevin Saunderson,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Skatalites,
T.S.O.L., T.S.O.L., T.S.O.L., T.S.O.L..
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.