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 Guyana and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 synthesizer 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 Howard Jones to the funk 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 KRS-One. All the underground hits.
All Robert Hood tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every cv313 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Misunderstood record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rakim,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Rod Modell,
MC5,
Ultra Naté,
Reuben Wilson,
Deadbeat,
The Fire Engines,
The Fall,
In Retrospect,
Ludus,
the Germs,
Electric Prunes,
Gabor Szabo,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Morten Harket,
Fugazi,
Sarah Menescal,
Sister Nancy,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Black Sheep,
Country Teasers,
Arab on Radar,
Gong,
The New Christs,
Chris Corsano,
L. Decosne,
Livin' Joy,
Rapeman,
Roger Hodgson,
Tommy Roe,
Shuggie Otis,
Funky Four + One,
Todd Rundgren,
The Index,
The Stooges,
Pantaleimon,
LL Cool J,
The Knickerbockers,
Lou Christie,
Niagra,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Crooked Eye,
The Seeds,
Chris & Cosey,
Cameo,
Suicide,
Television,
Massinfluence,
Average White Band,
Robert Wyatt,
Soft Cell,
Nils Olav,
Juan Atkins,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Underground Resistance,
The Blackbyrds,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Gastr Del Sol,
Derrick Morgan, Derrick Morgan, Derrick Morgan, Derrick Morgan.
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.