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 El Salvador and from Accra.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Theoretical Girls to the grunge 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 Stetsasonic. All the underground hits.
All Marmalade tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joey Negro 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pantytec record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fall,
Donald Byrd,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Ponytail,
Man Parrish,
Swell Maps,
Joe Finger,
Blossom Toes,
The Martian,
The Pop Group,
Fluxion,
Con Funk Shun,
Ohio Players,
Ten City,
Chris & Cosey,
Howard Jones,
Albert Ayler,
Sonic Youth,
Khruangbin,
Rapeman,
ABC,
David McCallum,
The Young Rascals,
Warsaw,
Wolf Eyes,
Symarip,
Ossler,
Lalo Schifrin,
Derrick Morgan,
Urselle,
The Offenders,
Swans,
Barrington Levy,
Hoover,
Black Flag,
Television Personalities,
Cheater Slicks,
Morten Harket,
Prince Buster,
B.T. Express,
Sun City Girls,
Kerri Chandler,
Minnie Riperton,
John Cale,
Essential Logic,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Alphaville,
Ultravox,
Kurtis Blow,
Yaz,
Ornette Coleman,
The Angels of Light,
Excepter,
JFA,
Blake Baxter,
Moby Grape,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Sixth Finger,
Bootsy Collins,
Drexciya,
Bush Tetras, Bush Tetras, Bush Tetras, Bush Tetras.
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.