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 Mexico and from Winnipeg.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Eyeless In Gaza to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Marshall Jefferson. All the underground hits.
All The Gories tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every F. McDonald 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Altered Images record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Supertramp,
Lalo Schifrin,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Zapp,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Barracudas,
The Modern Lovers,
Dawn Penn,
Letta Mbulu,
Terry Callier,
Y Pants,
Slave,
The Saints,
Todd Rundgren,
The Techniques,
Ituana,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Move,
Alice Coltrane,
Banda Bassotti,
The Angels of Light,
Little Man,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Public Enemy,
The Martian,
Outsiders,
Blake Baxter,
Ronan,
Michelle Simonal,
The Fortunes,
the Association,
Malaria!,
the Human League,
Scrapy,
Kurtis Blow,
Grandmaster Flash,
Altered Images,
The Raincoats,
a-ha,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Audionom,
Gerry Rafferty,
AZ,
Basic Channel,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Count Five,
F. McDonald,
Livin' Joy,
The Zeros,
Parry Music,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Thee Headcoats,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Howard Jones,
Warsaw,
John Foxx,
This Heat,
Dark Day, Dark Day, Dark Day, Dark Day.
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.