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 South Sudan and from Woodstock.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 mellotron 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 Barry Ungar to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Pere Ubu. All the underground hits.
All Chris Corsano tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Divine Comedy 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Von Mondo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sam Rivers,
the Human League,
The Gories,
Audionom,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Sonny Sharrock,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Smiths,
Rakim,
Circle Jerks,
In Retrospect,
Kas Product,
Alphaville,
Judy Mowatt,
Spandau Ballet,
Todd Rundgren,
10cc,
Oblivians,
Rotary Connection,
The Blackbyrds,
Simply Red,
Brand Nubian,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
China Crisis,
The Neon Judgement,
The Cramps,
Jacob Miller,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Icehouse,
Blancmange,
Unwound,
Liliput,
Peter & Gordon,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Grandmaster Flash,
Harpers Bizarre,
Aural Exciters,
Althea and Donna,
Hoover,
Godley & Creme,
Silicon Teens,
Crash Course in Science,
Mo-Dettes,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Nico,
The Black Dice,
Donny Hathaway,
Al Stewart,
Slave,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Zeros,
A Certain Ratio,
Scott Walker,
Cluster,
Frankie Knuckles,
Bluetip,
Aloha Tigers,
The Cowsills,
Lou Reed,
Ludus, Ludus, Ludus, Ludus.
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.