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 Ghana and from Lille.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 harpsichord 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 Bob Dylan to the grunge 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 Index. All the underground hits.
All Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Smoke record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 a clarinet and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Crispian St. Peters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Unrelated Segments,
H. Thieme,
Oblivians,
AZ,
Alphaville,
Joyce Sims,
The Walker Brothers,
Girls At Our Best!,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Tremeloes,
The Gories,
T. Rex,
Fort Wilson Riot,
John Cale,
Robert Wyatt,
Lightning Bolt,
Gabor Szabo,
Thompson Twins,
Massinfluence,
Gastr Del Sol,
Duran Duran,
Maurizio,
Lou Christie,
Donald Byrd,
Roxette,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Aloha Tigers,
Smog,
The Black Dice,
Qualms,
The Cowsills,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Nation of Ulysses,
Brass Construction,
Stetsasonic,
Scratch Acid,
Glambeats Corp.,
Peter and Kerry,
The Misunderstood,
U.S. Maple,
Boredoms,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Divine Comedy,
Reuben Wilson,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Ponytail,
Mary Jane Girls,
Audionom,
Average White Band,
Scrapy,
Organ,
kango's stein massive,
Henry Cow,
the Normal,
Fatback Band,
Letta Mbulu,
Alison Limerick,
Wasted Youth,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Dave Gahan,
Brothers Johnson,
Oneida, Oneida, Oneida, Oneida.
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.