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 Colombia and from Milan.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Paris.
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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the oboe 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 Angels of Light & Akron/Family to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Men They Couldn't Hang. All the underground hits.
All Richard Hell and the Voidoids tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crispy Ambulance record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 sitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fear record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Faust,
Half Japanese,
Soul Sonic Force,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Busters,
Harmonia,
This Heat,
Ralphi Rosario,
the Slits,
Brothers Johnson,
10cc,
The Monks,
The Wake,
Pharoah Sanders,
Pylon,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Liliput,
The Divine Comedy,
a-ha,
Kas Product,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Invisible,
Radiohead,
Sister Nancy,
The Grass Roots,
Todd Terry,
Aaron Thompson,
T.S.O.L.,
Ice-T,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Bad Manners,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Black Bananas,
Nico,
Roxette,
New Order,
Los Fastidios,
The Real Kids,
Q and Not U,
Outsiders,
Khruangbin,
Bobby Sherman,
Unwound,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Stetsasonic,
Fatback Band,
Blake Baxter,
U.S. Maple,
Charles Mingus,
June of 44,
Soft Cell,
Chrome,
D'Angelo,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Ossler,
Amon Düül,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity, Roy Ayers Ubiquity, Roy Ayers Ubiquity, Roy Ayers Ubiquity.
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.