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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 rhodes 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 Lebanon Hanover to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Reuben Wilson. All the underground hits.
All N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rekid 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Birthday Party record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
This Heat,
Absolute Body Control,
Trumans Water,
Babytalk,
Joyce Sims,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Blake Baxter,
Chris Corsano,
Skaos,
The Gories,
Circle Jerks,
The Offenders,
The Velvet Underground,
The Toasters,
Swans,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Quadrant,
Pierre Henry,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The New Christs,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Mantronix,
Davy DMX,
Flamin' Groovies,
Monolake,
Cameo,
Franke,
CMW,
Barrington Levy,
Robert Görl,
Excepter,
Silicon Teens,
Agent Orange,
Stockholm Monsters,
Lightning Bolt,
Symarip,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Crispy Ambulance,
Jacob Miller,
Country Teasers,
Aural Exciters,
The Cowsills,
Erykah Badu,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Make Up,
Roxy Music,
Andrew Hill,
F. McDonald,
The United States of America,
The Raincoats,
Zapp,
Roger Hodgson,
The Cure,
The Knickerbockers,
Tears for Fears,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
KRS-One,
Suburban Knight,
Jandek,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Zeros,
Ice-T,
Lucky Dragons, Lucky Dragons, Lucky Dragons, Lucky Dragons.
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.