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 Sudan and from Lille.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the oboe 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 Procol Harum to the disco 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 Lou Reed & John Cale. All the underground hits.
All Scan 7 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Depeche Mode record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Aural Exciters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Searchers,
Fear,
Glenn Branca,
The Divine Comedy,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Television,
June of 44,
Con Funk Shun,
Bill Wells,
The Smiths,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Neon Judgement,
Underground Resistance,
Todd Terry,
Rites of Spring,
Lee Hazlewood,
Qualms,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
China Crisis,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Toasters,
Kaleidoscope,
The Human League,
Goldenarms,
Carl Craig,
Brand Nubian,
Ice-T,
JFA,
Sam Rivers,
The Wake,
Ossler,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Fugs,
Glambeats Corp.,
Gang Gang Dance,
Von Mondo,
Terry Callier,
Unrelated Segments,
Ronnie Foster,
Hasil Adkins,
The Alarm Clocks,
Warren Ellis,
The Selecter,
Stereo Dub,
MC5,
Sugar Minott,
Todd Rundgren,
Boz Scaggs,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Golliwogs,
Make Up,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Pulsallama,
Man Parrish,
Bobby Sherman,
The Motions,
Rapeman,
Basic Channel,
Lou Reed,
Barrington Levy,
Jeru the Damaja,
Leonard Cohen, Leonard Cohen, Leonard Cohen, Leonard Cohen.
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.