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 Nicaragua and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 marimba 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 Ultravox to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Throbbing Gristle. All the underground hits.
All Sam Rivers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Adolescents record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a U.S. Maple record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Technova,
Ultra Naté,
Rakim,
Robert Hood,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Sight & Sound,
Bush Tetras,
Pantaleimon,
Scan 7,
Masters at Work,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Au Pairs,
Aural Exciters,
Porter Ricks,
Guru Guru,
Scratch Acid,
Albert Ayler,
The Buckinghams,
Leonard Cohen,
The Trojans,
Robert Wyatt,
Soul Sonic Force,
Gang Green,
Angry Samoans,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Kas Product,
Ituana,
Sam Rivers,
Banda Bassotti,
Hasil Adkins,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Young Rascals,
DJ Style,
The Mojo Men,
H. Thieme,
Tom Boy,
Half Japanese,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Bobby Sherman,
Arcadia,
Barry Ungar,
Sixth Finger,
Niagra,
The Music Machine,
Joy Division,
10cc,
Harpers Bizarre,
New Age Steppers,
Connie Case,
Fear,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Motions,
Marvin Gaye,
Aloha Tigers,
Basic Channel,
Ludus,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
OOIOO,
Easy Going, Easy Going, Easy Going, Easy Going.
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.