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 Norway and from Delhi.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the theremin 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 Minutemen to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 China Crisis. All the underground hits.
All Harry Pussy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Shoche record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 sitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Cale record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultravox,
Al Stewart,
Brand Nubian,
Sixth Finger,
Crispian St. Peters,
Supertramp,
The Wake,
Bronski Beat,
Nick Fraelich,
Bootsy Collins,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Grass Roots,
The Detroit Cobras,
Scientists,
Arthur Verocai,
A Certain Ratio,
Magazine,
H. Thieme,
Lou Reed,
The Pretty Things,
Sällskapet,
The Litter,
Nico,
The Beau Brummels,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Buzzcocks,
Ponytail,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Au Pairs,
The Raincoats,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Anakelly,
Avey Tare,
Minnie Riperton,
Sun Ra,
Delta 5,
Bill Near,
The Real Kids,
Pere Ubu,
The Fire Engines,
Patti Smith,
Malaria!,
The Slits,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Rekid,
John Foxx,
Das Ding,
Khruangbin,
Danielle Patucci,
Donald Byrd,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The J.B.'s,
the Association,
Swans,
U.S. Maple,
Sister Nancy,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Modern Lovers,
Quadrant,
Zapp,
Thompson Twins,
Lalo Schifrin,
Black Moon, Black Moon, Black Moon, Black Moon.
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.