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 Lesotho and from Manila.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 rhodes 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 Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson to the punk 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 U.S. Maple. All the underground hits.
All Funky Four + One tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Neu! record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joyce Sims record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Reagan Youth,
New Age Steppers,
Tubeway Army,
The Buckinghams,
Silicon Teens,
Jerry's Kids,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Vogues,
Black Flag,
The Knickerbockers,
Tom Boy,
T.S.O.L.,
Dawn Penn,
Marvin Gaye,
Kenny Larkin,
The Seeds,
Steve Hackett,
the Fania All-Stars,
Massinfluence,
June Days,
Visage,
The Star Department,
Model 500,
Eurythmics,
Vladislav Delay,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
New Order,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Fad Gadget,
Lalann,
The Five Americans,
Skriet,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
the Association,
Youth Brigade,
The Associates,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Flipper,
Gang Starr,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Frankie Knuckles,
Iggy Pop,
Rotary Connection,
The Fortunes,
Mars,
Eden Ahbez,
Slave,
The New Christs,
Crash Course in Science,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Crooked Eye,
Rakim,
Symarip,
Rhythm & Sound,
Q65,
The Wake,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
John Cale,
Jesper Dahlback, Jesper Dahlback, Jesper Dahlback, Jesper Dahlback.
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.