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 Lyon.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 synthesizer 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 Janne Schatter to the grime 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 The Fugs. All the underground hits.
All The Doobie Brothers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The American Breed 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 theremin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Cale record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Radiohead,
the Bar-Kays,
Erykah Badu,
Parry Music,
Joe Finger,
ABBA,
Unwound,
Stereo Dub,
The Doobie Brothers,
Joyce Sims,
Rites of Spring,
Flash Fearless,
Essential Logic,
La Düsseldorf,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Leaves,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Vainqueur,
Country Teasers,
Oneida,
Anthony Braxton,
Panda Bear,
Judy Mowatt,
The Skatalites,
Roy Ayers,
Radio Birdman,
Marmalade,
Fear,
Pole,
Michelle Simonal,
10cc,
Intrusion,
Gang Green,
Supertramp,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Funky Four + One,
The Saints,
Bauhaus,
Reuben Wilson,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Sound Behaviour,
Stiv Bators,
Loose Ends,
Roxy Music,
The Red Krayola,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Al Stewart,
The Cure,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Audionom,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Los Fastidios,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Skaos,
ABC,
Bluetip,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Gregory Isaacs,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Count Five,
Whodini,
Boz Scaggs, Boz Scaggs, Boz Scaggs, Boz Scaggs.
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.