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 Solomon Islands and from Seoul.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 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 The Men They Couldn't Hang to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Rhythm & Sound. All the underground hits.
All Donald Byrd tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Spandau Ballet record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gary Puckett & The Union Gap record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Be Bop Deluxe,
Barry Ungar,
Monolake,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Junior Murvin,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Soft Machine,
The Raincoats,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Cowsills,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Blake Baxter,
Heaven 17,
Desert Stars,
Cecil Taylor,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Jawbox,
The Gap Band,
Johnny Clarke,
Make Up,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Carl Craig,
Letta Mbulu,
Depeche Mode,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Lalann,
Nick Fraelich,
Althea and Donna,
Au Pairs,
Hasil Adkins,
Youth Brigade,
Cybotron,
Eric Copeland,
Minny Pops,
Amon Düül II,
The Fall,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Mary Jane Girls,
Technova,
The Mummies,
Mission of Burma,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Malaria!,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Franke,
Alice Coltrane,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Erasure,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Durutti Column,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Wings,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Aloha Tigers,
Spandau Ballet,
CMW,
Trumans Water,
Scrapy,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Fire Engines,
Fat Boys, Fat Boys, Fat Boys, Fat Boys.
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.