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 Austria and from Sao Paulo.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Bootsy Collins to the rap 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 Lou Reed. All the underground hits.
All Cymande tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Radiopuhelimet record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kevin Saunderson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gerry Rafferty,
John Cale,
Todd Rundgren,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Sun Ra,
Agent Orange,
The Sonics,
Mission of Burma,
Fear,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Slits,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Barclay James Harvest,
Tim Buckley,
Crash Course in Science,
Ken Boothe,
Smog,
Goldenarms,
Public Enemy,
X-Ray Spex,
Clear Light,
Monks,
The Invisible,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Gabor Szabo,
Lungfish,
Tomorrow,
Television,
Al Stewart,
Porter Ricks,
Hoover,
Babytalk,
Scott Walker,
Neu!,
These Immortal Souls,
Joe Smooth,
MDC,
The Smiths,
Second Layer,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
June of 44,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Suburban Knight,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Royal Trux,
Stetsasonic,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Surgeon,
Graham Central Station,
Sarah Menescal,
Shoche,
Bobby Sherman,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Marvin Gaye,
The Fugs,
Terrestrial Tones,
Iggy Pop,
Cheater Slicks,
Pierre Henry,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Shadows of Knight, The Shadows of Knight, The Shadows of Knight, The Shadows of Knight.
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.