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 Micronesia and from Paris.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 synthesizer 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 Letta Mbulu to the rap 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 Andrew Hill. All the underground hits.
All The Peanut Butter Conspiracy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every a-ha 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joe Finger record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ituana,
Lee Hazlewood,
Chris Corsano,
Panda Bear,
Morten Harket,
Piero Umiliani,
Frankie Knuckles,
Flamin' Groovies,
Average White Band,
the Normal,
The Smoke,
The Fuzztones,
Zapp,
Scientists,
Trumans Water,
ABC,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Sun City Girls,
Angry Samoans,
The Black Dice,
The Young Rascals,
Con Funk Shun,
David McCallum,
The Fire Engines,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Matthew Bourne,
Popol Vuh,
New Age Steppers,
Gichy Dan,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Moody Blues,
Depeche Mode,
CMW,
Crooked Eye,
Joe Smooth,
B.T. Express,
The American Breed,
The Fortunes,
Roxette,
World's Most,
John Cale,
Black Bananas,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Stooges,
Yazoo,
Big Daddy Kane,
Bush Tetras,
Simply Red,
the Slits,
The Count Five,
Deakin,
Marcia Griffiths,
D'Angelo,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Jawbox,
Chrome,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Michelle Simonal,
Swans,
Marmalade, Marmalade, Marmalade, Marmalade.
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.