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 Nicaragua and from Stockholm.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Houston.
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 snare 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 Country Teasers to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Kerri Chandler. All the underground hits.
All DJ Style tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cowsills record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Modern Lovers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brick,
In Retrospect,
ABBA,
Wings,
Arab on Radar,
Soulsonic Force,
The Fire Engines,
One Last Wish,
the Association,
Fatback Band,
Nick Fraelich,
Newcleus,
The Durutti Column,
The Beau Brummels,
The American Breed,
Delta 5,
John Lydon,
Dave Gahan,
Crash Course in Science,
Faust,
World's Most,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Amon Düül,
X-102,
Swell Maps,
Eric Copeland,
Underground Resistance,
The Flesh Eaters,
Au Pairs,
Little Man,
Ultravox,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
June Days,
Public Enemy,
Prince Buster,
Duran Duran,
The Busters,
Sugar Minott,
Nation of Ulysses,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Marvin Gaye,
Kaleidoscope,
Gang Starr,
Blake Baxter,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Pop Group,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Vainqueur,
Black Flag,
The Blackbyrds,
Lyres,
Surgeon,
Bang On A Can,
Suicide,
Erasure,
The Grass Roots,
Altered Images,
Jerry Gold Smith, Jerry Gold Smith, Jerry Gold Smith, Jerry Gold Smith.
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.