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 Kosovo and from Salvador.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 harpsichord 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 Kings Of Tomorrow to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Clear Light. All the underground hits.
All Jacob Miller tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scientists record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 an organ and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Sonics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Radio Birdman,
A Flock of Seagulls,
MDC,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Litter,
Brass Construction,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Television Personalities,
Black Sheep,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Sister Nancy,
Mantronix,
Faraquet,
Bobby Sherman,
Royal Trux,
The Cure,
Lower 48,
Deadbeat,
Jandek,
Wolf Eyes,
Slick Rick,
Y Pants,
Masters at Work,
Quantec,
Mars,
Pole,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
New Order,
Rod Modell,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
K-Klass,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Unrelated Segments,
the Swans,
Heaven 17,
Soul Sonic Force,
Mr. Review,
The Martian,
Depeche Mode,
Lee Hazlewood,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Walker Brothers,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Pylon,
The Evens,
Byron Stingily,
Amon Düül,
Robert Wyatt,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Juan Atkins,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Count Five,
A Certain Ratio,
Deepchord,
Urselle,
Derrick Morgan,
Barrington Levy,
the Soft Cell,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Zero Boys, Zero Boys, Zero Boys, Zero Boys.
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.