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 Uzbekistan and from Seoul.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Sixth Finger to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 The Cosmic Jokers. All the underground hits.
All Sarah Menescal tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Monks 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 rhodes and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jacques Brel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Morten Harket,
Pere Ubu,
Stockholm Monsters,
Popol Vuh,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
the Bar-Kays,
Flamin' Groovies,
Altered Images,
The Smiths,
Lightning Bolt,
Stetsasonic,
Trumans Water,
The Vogues,
Roxy Music,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
K-Klass,
John Foxx,
the Sonics,
Camouflage,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Pet Shop Boys,
Tubeway Army,
The Happenings,
These Immortal Souls,
The Fugs,
Tomorrow,
Ossler,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Gap Band,
Curtis Mayfield,
Royal Trux,
The Buckinghams,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Joey Negro,
Nico,
Babytalk,
Flipper,
Nation of Ulysses,
Second Layer,
Amazonics,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Barry Ungar,
Fela Kuti,
Al Stewart,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Gladiators,
The Real Kids,
Gerry Rafferty,
Dave Gahan,
Amon Düül,
The Young Rascals,
Bobby Sherman,
Lungfish,
Fear,
Donald Byrd,
Au Pairs,
Camberwell Now,
Bang On A Can,
Eve St. Jones,
Bang on a Can All-Stars, Bang on a Can All-Stars, Bang on a Can All-Stars, Bang on a Can All-Stars.
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.