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 Sierra Leone and from Sao Paulo.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the sitar 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 Warsaw to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Minny Pops. All the underground hits.
All The Electric Prunes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bizarre Inc. record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a K-Klass record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Fania All-Stars,
Masters at Work,
Kerri Chandler,
Groovy Waters,
Ronan,
Lou Christie,
The Residents,
Jerry's Kids,
Saccharine Trust,
Deakin,
Guru Guru,
Metal Thangz,
Jandek,
The Pop Group,
Interpol,
Maleditus Sound,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Urselle,
Basic Channel,
Minor Threat,
Aloha Tigers,
Brothers Johnson,
B.T. Express,
OOIOO,
Danielle Patucci,
Gang Green,
Harmonia,
Nik Kershaw,
Eric Copeland,
Rakim,
Kas Product,
Man Parrish,
Godley & Creme,
Surgeon,
The Zeros,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Vogues,
June Days,
Radiohead,
Pharoah Sanders,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Newcleus,
the Slits,
cv313,
The Doors,
Wire,
John Cale,
Clear Light,
Crime,
Flash Fearless,
The Smoke,
Susan Cadogan,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
AZ,
Eric B and Rakim,
Maurizio,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Moleskins,
Wasted Youth,
Livin' Joy,
Eurythmics, Eurythmics, Eurythmics, Eurythmics.
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.