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 Ivory Coast and from Glasgow.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 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 Sunsets and Hearts to the punk 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 Marcia Griffiths. All the underground hits.
All Peter & Gordon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every June of 44 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 sitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brothers Johnson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Man Eating Sloth,
Deakin,
New York Dolls,
Marshall Jefferson,
Television Personalities,
Rod Modell,
Pet Shop Boys,
Public Enemy,
Barbara Tucker,
Susan Cadogan,
The Doors,
Jacques Brel,
PIL,
Reuben Wilson,
The Real Kids,
8 Eyed Spy,
Ronan,
Kurtis Blow,
Fatback Band,
Camouflage,
Faust,
Patti Smith,
Davy DMX,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Happenings,
Minny Pops,
Main Source,
Rufus Thomas,
R.M.O.,
Colin Newman,
Mandrill,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
David Axelrod,
New Age Steppers,
Babytalk,
Jandek,
The Black Dice,
Jeff Lynne,
The Move,
Tubeway Army,
Lou Reed,
Smog,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Roxy Music,
Lindisfarne,
Ronnie Foster,
Minor Threat,
Darondo,
Frankie Knuckles,
Blake Baxter,
Au Pairs,
Pantytec,
The Doobie Brothers,
Piero Umiliani,
Peter and Kerry,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
JFA,
Index,
Symarip,
The Skatalites,
Dawn Penn,
Young Marble Giants, Young Marble Giants, Young Marble Giants, Young Marble Giants.
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.