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 Monaco and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 synthesizer 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 Bizarre Inc. to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Chris Corsano. All the underground hits.
All Alphaville tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Davy DMX 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Byrd record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Smoke,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Searchers,
Arab on Radar,
Don Cherry,
Ludus,
Prince Buster,
Soft Machine,
Index,
Shoche,
A Certain Ratio,
Albert Ayler,
AZ,
Deadbeat,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Magazine,
Donald Byrd,
The Real Kids,
The Techniques,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
CMW,
Ultravox,
The Selecter,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
This Heat,
The Doors,
Steve Hackett,
Mr. Review,
10cc,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Quadrant,
R.M.O.,
Carl Craig,
F. McDonald,
cv313,
Glenn Branca,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Rosa Yemen,
Max Romeo,
Livin' Joy,
Make Up,
The Gladiators,
Lalo Schifrin,
James White and The Blacks,
Kevin Saunderson,
Vladislav Delay,
Lakeside,
T. Rex,
Neu!,
Vainqueur,
Lungfish,
Lalann,
The Fall,
The Buckinghams,
Basic Channel,
Frankie Knuckles,
Hoover,
The Golliwogs,
Johnny Clarke,
Zero Boys,
Joy Division,
T.S.O.L.,
The Count Five,
Crime, Crime, Crime, Crime.
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.