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 Seychelles and from Paris.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 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 Television to the punk 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 Harry Pussy. All the underground hits.
All The Fire Engines tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Residents record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an arpeggiator 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 synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin 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 Gories,
Intrusion,
Excepter,
Crooked Eye,
The Sound,
Flamin' Groovies,
Young Marble Giants,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Leaves,
Kool Moe Dee,
Moebius,
Lebanon Hanover,
Nico,
Newcleus,
The Fugs,
June Days,
The Index,
The Offenders,
Thee Headcoats,
Lalann,
The Cure,
The Names,
Roxy Music,
The Beau Brummels,
The Blues Magoos,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Aswad,
the Swans,
World's Most,
Isaac Hayes,
Funky Four + One,
Gabor Szabo,
Fat Boys,
The Motions,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Modern Lovers,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Boredoms,
Johnny Clarke,
Patti Smith,
Vainqueur,
Khruangbin,
Gang Green,
Scion,
Hot Snakes,
The J.B.'s,
Dark Day,
Bluetip,
Rosa Yemen,
Rapeman,
Spoonie Gee,
Dual Sessions,
Cybotron,
Stereo Dub,
Motorama,
UT,
Marc Almond,
Peter & Gordon,
In Retrospect,
AZ,
Adolescents,
The Grass Roots, The Grass Roots, The Grass Roots, The Grass Roots.
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.