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 Seychelles and from Philadelphia.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the marimba 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 Toni Rubio to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon. All the underground hits.
All Ultra Naté tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Divine Comedy 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Blues Magoos record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
10cc,
Albert Ayler,
Glambeats Corp.,
Eden Ahbez,
Inner City,
Prince Buster,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Boz Scaggs,
Black Sheep,
Bill Near,
Flamin' Groovies,
Sam Rivers,
New Order,
ABBA,
Crash Course in Science,
Tres Demented,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Minutemen,
Idris Muhammad,
Jandek,
Cluster,
Kenny Larkin,
Talk Talk,
Agitation Free,
Schoolly D,
Robert Hood,
Technova,
Lyres,
Barbara Tucker,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Magma,
The New Christs,
Massinfluence,
Young Marble Giants,
Lucky Dragons,
The Mummies,
Harpers Bizarre,
Hot Snakes,
June of 44,
the Association,
Eve St. Jones,
Freddie Wadling,
Funky Four + One,
Accadde A,
Alice Coltrane,
Sound Behaviour,
The Offenders,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
James White and The Blacks,
Yaz,
MC5,
Gang of Four,
Quando Quango,
The Fortunes,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Cure,
Reagan Youth,
Lungfish,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Rod Modell,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Deakin,
Gil Scott Heron,
Scan 7, Scan 7, Scan 7, Scan 7.
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.