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 Bahrain and from Houston.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 mellotron 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 Kango’s Stein Massive to the funk 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 Tears for Fears. All the underground hits.
All Lakeside tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Toni Rubio record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Con Funk Shun record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lightning Bolt,
Rod Modell,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Franke,
Sexual Harrassment,
Gang of Four,
Kenny Larkin,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Black Flag,
The Move,
Erykah Badu,
Stetsasonic,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
David Bowie,
Mo-Dettes,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Sällskapet,
Bang On A Can,
The J.B.'s,
Godley & Creme,
Mary Jane Girls,
Eurythmics,
Sparks,
Todd Rundgren,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Robert Hood,
Bob Dylan,
Main Source,
Alton Ellis,
The Moleskins,
Audionom,
Wolf Eyes,
The Fuzztones,
June Days,
Spandau Ballet,
Lungfish,
Scion,
Hasil Adkins,
Echospace,
Anthony Braxton,
Infiniti,
Supertramp,
The Invisible,
Rites of Spring,
Arcadia,
Nirvana,
KRS-One,
The Walker Brothers,
Brass Construction,
Agent Orange,
Todd Terry,
Junior Murvin,
Blancmange,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Fatback Band,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Toni Rubio,
Pylon,
The Dead C,
Moby Grape, Moby Grape, Moby Grape, Moby Grape.
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.