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 Bahrain and from Calgary.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Kaleidoscope to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Eurythmics. All the underground hits.
All The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Sherman 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Fania All-Stars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Wake,
Eden Ahbez,
Eric Copeland,
Lou Christie,
Sonic Youth,
Television,
Crispian St. Peters,
Dark Day,
New Order,
Sexual Harrassment,
Gang Gang Dance,
Terrestrial Tones,
Morten Harket,
Heaven 17,
Roy Ayers,
the Slits,
DJ Sneak,
8 Eyed Spy,
Joyce Sims,
Zapp,
Ronan,
Laurel Aitken,
The Searchers,
Freddie Wadling,
Flash Fearless,
Roger Hodgson,
New York Dolls,
Aaron Thompson,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Sonics,
Rekid,
B.T. Express,
The Standells,
The Remains,
The Grass Roots,
EPMD,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Al Stewart,
The Misunderstood,
Pantytec,
Underground Resistance,
Banda Bassotti,
Sight & Sound,
Glenn Branca,
Accadde A,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Hot Snakes,
MDC,
Spandau Ballet,
Bad Manners,
Stiv Bators,
Harry Pussy,
Loose Ends,
Basic Channel,
Jawbox,
Essential Logic,
Be Bop Deluxe,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Jesper Dahlback,
Gregory Isaacs, Gregory Isaacs, Gregory Isaacs, Gregory Isaacs.
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.