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 Azerbaijan and from Shanghai.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 spring reverb 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 Oneida to the electroclash 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 Average White Band. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Womack tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 synthesizer and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Frankie Knuckles record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Marshall Jefferson,
Pulsallama,
Girls At Our Best!,
Gabor Szabo,
Ralphi Rosario,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The New Christs,
The Index,
The Music Machine,
Suicide,
Grey Daturas,
Cameo,
Cybotron,
Archie Shepp,
Fatback Band,
Nick Fraelich,
Patti Smith,
Ludus,
MC5,
Dorothy Ashby,
Soul Sonic Force,
Barrington Levy,
The Golliwogs,
Audionom,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Yazoo,
Royal Trux,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Procol Harum,
Babytalk,
Ituana,
Sound Behaviour,
Cluster,
Country Teasers,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Swans,
Soft Machine,
The Modern Lovers,
Zapp,
The Durutti Column,
Bizarre Inc.,
Interpol,
Gang of Four,
The Associates,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Grauzone,
Intrusion,
Marine Girls,
DJ Style,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Sandy B,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Victims,
The Fall,
The Saints,
Underground Resistance,
Sex Pistols,
Tropical Tobacco,
Supertramp,
Maleditus Sound,
Los Fastidios, Los Fastidios, Los Fastidios, Los Fastidios.
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.