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 Dominica and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Scion to the techno 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 Blossom Toes. All the underground hits.
All Echospace tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Newcleus 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Symarip record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Public Enemy,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Minor Threat,
The Shadows of Knight,
Crash Course in Science,
Hoover,
Joe Smooth,
Laurel Aitken,
New York Dolls,
Yellowson,
MDC,
Roger Hodgson,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Royal Trux,
Reuben Wilson,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Aaron Thompson,
D'Angelo,
X-Ray Spex,
8 Eyed Spy,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Grass Roots,
Deepchord,
Kurtis Blow,
the Bar-Kays,
Fear,
Crime,
Ralphi Rosario,
Cecil Taylor,
The Doors,
Yusef Lateef,
Black Sheep,
Symarip,
Lou Christie,
Easy Going,
Freddie Wadling,
Big Daddy Kane,
La Düsseldorf,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Golliwogs,
the Human League,
Soft Cell,
Slave,
Organ,
The Moody Blues,
Deadbeat,
Stockholm Monsters,
Black Moon,
Derrick Morgan,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Skaos,
Faraquet,
Ten City,
Todd Rundgren,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Bob Dylan,
Warren Ellis,
Brass Construction,
Neil Young, Neil Young, Neil Young, Neil Young.
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.