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 Nauru and from Lille.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Evens to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 The Shadows of Knight. All the underground hits.
All Lizzy Mercier Descloux tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Danielle Patucci 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Moon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Mojo Men,
The Happenings,
Skaos,
Crispian St. Peters,
Amon Düül II,
Robert Hood,
Japan,
The Electric Prunes,
the Bar-Kays,
Scan 7,
The Neon Judgement,
Piero Umiliani,
Frankie Knuckles,
Mantronix,
Skarface,
June Days,
Lee Hazlewood,
Suicide,
Hasil Adkins,
The Smiths,
Laurel Aitken,
Godley & Creme,
Hashim,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Flamin' Groovies,
Glambeats Corp.,
Moss Icon,
The Mummies,
Lucky Dragons,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Buckinghams,
Outsiders,
Fatback Band,
Suburban Knight,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Lungfish,
H. Thieme,
Mad Mike,
Henry Cow,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Anakelly,
Boz Scaggs,
Dawn Penn,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Stooges,
Siglo XX,
8 Eyed Spy,
Adolescents,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Trumans Water,
Lalo Schifrin,
Todd Rundgren,
Joe Finger,
Arab on Radar,
Janne Schatter,
Eli Mardock,
Loose Ends,
The Litter,
Ossler,
Niagra,
Blake Baxter, Blake Baxter, Blake Baxter, Blake Baxter.
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.