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 Dominica and from Paris.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 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 Pagans to the crunk 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 Echo & the Bunnymen. All the underground hits.
All Pet Shop Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Sherman record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a X-101 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Residents,
Blossom Toes,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Jimmy McGriff,
Ossler,
The J.B.'s,
Marmalade,
Yaz,
Colin Newman,
Agitation Free,
Derrick May,
Bizarre Inc.,
Cymande,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The United States of America,
Minor Threat,
Unrelated Segments,
The Walker Brothers,
Derrick Morgan,
Barbara Tucker,
The Gap Band,
Gil Scott Heron,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Barry Ungar,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Das Ding,
Loose Ends,
Lucky Dragons,
D'Angelo,
Smog,
The Techniques,
Aswad,
Marcia Griffiths,
Qualms,
Depeche Mode,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Hoover,
The Fortunes,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Freddie Wadling,
Josef K,
Lyres,
The Dirtbombs,
T. Rex,
Radiopuhelimet,
Robert Görl,
Zapp,
Eddi Front,
Alice Coltrane,
Terry Callier,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Fat Boys,
the Swans,
David Bowie,
Ponytail,
New York Dolls,
Basic Channel,
Moby Grape,
Eric Dolphy,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Archie Shepp, Archie Shepp, Archie Shepp, Archie Shepp.
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.