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 Switzerland and from Edmonton.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the rhodes 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 B.T. Express to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Surgeon. All the underground hits.
All De La Soul & Jungle Brothers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Oneida 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Smiths record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
E-Dancer,
Lou Christie,
Alice Coltrane,
New York Dolls,
Rufus Thomas,
Bauhaus,
David Bowie,
Rekid,
Blake Baxter,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Wolf Eyes,
Brand Nubian,
Prince Buster,
Neil Young,
Outsiders,
X-101,
Robert Wyatt,
The Pretty Things,
Davy DMX,
Visage,
The Modern Lovers,
MDC,
Big Daddy Kane,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Pharoah Sanders,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
H. Thieme,
The Seeds,
Pole,
Ash Ra Tempel,
James White and The Blacks,
The Detroit Cobras,
Faust,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Brass Construction,
Grey Daturas,
Black Sheep,
Gang of Four,
The Busters,
Aloha Tigers,
Eli Mardock,
Index,
The Invisible,
The Vogues,
Rotary Connection,
Underground Resistance,
U.S. Maple,
Magazine,
Fat Boys,
The Dave Clark Five,
Jacob Miller,
Aural Exciters,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Ronan,
AZ,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Patti Smith,
The Fuzztones,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Mummies,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Excepter,
Sister Nancy, Sister Nancy, Sister Nancy, Sister Nancy.
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.