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 Niger and from Cairo.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 harpsichord 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 Ponytail to the rock 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 Q65. All the underground hits.
All Barclay James Harvest tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joensuu 1685 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sister Nancy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Moon,
Rhythm & Sound,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Wake,
The Grass Roots,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Vogues,
Lindisfarne,
Animal Collective,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Jerry's Kids,
Brand Nubian,
David McCallum,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
John Holt,
The Associates,
Bang On A Can,
Crime,
Half Japanese,
Howard Jones,
The United States of America,
Drexciya,
Pierre Henry,
Sex Pistols,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Amon Düül II,
Japan,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Mummies,
Yusef Lateef,
Freddie Wadling,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Public Enemy,
CMW,
Country Teasers,
Joensuu 1685,
The Real Kids,
Boogie Down Productions,
Chrome,
Bronski Beat,
Girls At Our Best!,
Fat Boys,
Glambeats Corp.,
Yazoo,
Au Pairs,
The Doors,
Yaz,
Stetsasonic,
The Residents,
the Swans,
Clear Light,
Essential Logic,
Graham Central Station,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Kurtis Blow,
Vladislav Delay,
Janne Schatter,
Severed Heads,
The Durutti Column,
Vainqueur,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Ultra Naté,
The Moleskins,
T.S.O.L., T.S.O.L., T.S.O.L., T.S.O.L..
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.