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 Paraguay and from Tokyo.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 the Fania All-Stars to the jazz 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 The Star Department. All the underground hits.
All Fifty Foot Hose tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Moby Grape record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Skriet record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Sherman,
The Searchers,
MC5,
Silicon Teens,
Maurizio,
D'Angelo,
Nas,
Glenn Branca,
F. McDonald,
Lou Christie,
The Cramps,
The Misunderstood,
Minnie Riperton,
Echospace,
John Cale,
Ralphi Rosario,
Amazonics,
Josef K,
Basic Channel,
Traffic Nightmare,
Altered Images,
Dead Boys,
Todd Terry,
The Dirtbombs,
CMW,
Saccharine Trust,
Niagra,
Main Source,
Dorothy Ashby,
Fugazi,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Kaleidoscope,
The Fire Engines,
The New Christs,
Porter Ricks,
The Seeds,
Frankie Knuckles,
Barrington Levy,
Letta Mbulu,
Q and Not U,
Kas Product,
The Flesh Eaters,
Das Ding,
Mr. Review,
Malaria!,
Joensuu 1685,
June of 44,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Cal Tjader,
Clear Light,
Sun Ra,
Eric Dolphy,
Livin' Joy,
Soul Sonic Force,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Barracudas,
Massinfluence,
The Monks,
Deepchord,
The Five Americans, The Five Americans, The Five Americans, The Five Americans.
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.