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 Libya and from Beijing.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 güiro 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 Avey Tare to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 DJ Sneak. All the underground hits.
All the Soft Cell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every CMW record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cal Tjader record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Agent Orange,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Tres Demented,
Derrick May,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Absolute Body Control,
Marvin Gaye,
The Red Krayola,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Zeros,
Lightning Bolt,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Andrew Hill,
Wasted Youth,
The Fall,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Aural Exciters,
The Birthday Party,
Black Moon,
Nik Kershaw,
Blossom Toes,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Dave Clark Five,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Moleskins,
Peter & Gordon,
Nation of Ulysses,
Country Joe & The Fish,
U.S. Maple,
Patti Smith,
Minutemen,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Kaleidoscope,
Scott Walker,
Porter Ricks,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Crash Course in Science,
Danielle Patucci,
James White and The Blacks,
Youth Brigade,
Gabor Szabo,
Tom Boy,
Howard Jones,
The Blues Magoos,
Roger Hodgson,
Mary Jane Girls,
Funkadelic,
Theoretical Girls,
June of 44,
Tommy Roe,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Neil Young,
Smog,
Rosa Yemen,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Magma,
Interpol,
Whodini,
Wally Richardson,
The Tremeloes, The Tremeloes, The Tremeloes, The Tremeloes.
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.