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 Sierra Leone and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Todd Rundgren to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Animal Collective. All the underground hits.
All Simply Red tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cluster record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Average White Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Das Ding,
Swell Maps,
The Modern Lovers,
Groovy Waters,
Fatback Band,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Searchers,
John Holt,
Silicon Teens,
Johnny Osbourne,
Simply Red,
Intrusion,
Q and Not U,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Sexual Harrassment,
Dennis Brown,
Suicide,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
In Retrospect,
Ornette Coleman,
Black Sheep,
Lou Reed,
Alphaville,
Technova,
Rufus Thomas,
The Walker Brothers,
Barry Ungar,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Swans,
Q65,
Make Up,
The Cramps,
Godley & Creme,
Essential Logic,
CMW,
Crooked Eye,
Marc Almond,
June Days,
Scratch Acid,
Bill Wells,
Mary Jane Girls,
Lower 48,
Glenn Branca,
New Order,
The Fugs,
Matthew Halsall,
Young Marble Giants,
Masters at Work,
The Dirtbombs,
Piero Umiliani,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Vainqueur,
Reuben Wilson,
Nico,
The Offenders,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Neil Young,
Juan Atkins,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Lindisfarne,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog, Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog, Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog, Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog.
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.