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 Uganda and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Doobie Brothers to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Fugs. All the underground hits.
All Intrusion tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gian Franco Pienzio 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a E-Dancer record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yellowson,
Boz Scaggs,
Reuben Wilson,
Graham Central Station,
Country Teasers,
Metal Thangz,
Mary Jane Girls,
Soul II Soul,
Scion,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Skarface,
The Fuzztones,
Mars,
The Music Machine,
Toni Rubio,
Black Moon,
Traffic Nightmare,
John Cale,
Lower 48,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Sandy B,
Franke,
Todd Terry,
Jeff Lynne,
Wasted Youth,
Michelle Simonal,
Index,
DJ Sneak,
Flipper,
The Martian,
Fad Gadget,
The Standells,
Saccharine Trust,
Derrick Morgan,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Youth Brigade,
David Axelrod,
The Motions,
The Index,
The Move,
Alton Ellis,
Fear,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Pantytec,
Cal Tjader,
Half Japanese,
Delon & Dalcan,
Little Man,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Gories,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Ultravox,
Joe Finger,
Lou Christie,
Electric Prunes,
Jawbox,
the Slits,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Moody Blues,
Yazoo,
Pere Ubu,
Funky Four + One, Funky Four + One, Funky Four + One, Funky Four + One.
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.