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 Samoa and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Average White Band to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Quadrant. All the underground hits.
All The Mojo Men tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Chris Corsano 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lower 48 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Derrick Morgan,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Victims,
Eric B and Rakim,
Minor Threat,
Maleditus Sound,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Durutti Column,
Tommy Roe,
Avey Tare,
Slave,
Matthew Halsall,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Massinfluence,
Mandrill,
Bobby Womack,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Delta 5,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Michelle Simonal,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Supertramp,
The Saints,
Sandy B,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Sexual Harrassment,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Juan Atkins,
the Fania All-Stars,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Lou Christie,
Ornette Coleman,
Kenny Larkin,
The J.B.'s,
Unrelated Segments,
David Bowie,
The Golliwogs,
Matthew Bourne,
The Selecter,
Talk Talk,
Kas Product,
ABC,
Minutemen,
Metal Thangz,
The Wake,
Jeff Lynne,
Lyres,
MDC,
Swans,
Simply Red,
Rufus Thomas,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Desert Stars,
Marmalade,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Standells, The Standells, The Standells, The Standells.
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.