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 Andorra and from Jakarta.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Chrome to the jazz 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 Lou Reed & Metallica. All the underground hits.
All Barrington Levy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every David Axelrod record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Flesh Eaters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Leaves,
Gerry Rafferty,
Hardrive,
Q65,
The Motions,
Lou Reed,
Nation of Ulysses,
Ultimate Spinach,
Spandau Ballet,
Steve Hackett,
Delta 5,
The Index,
Nas,
Fat Boys,
Supertramp,
The Raincoats,
R.M.O.,
Liliput,
Drive Like Jehu,
Anakelly,
Ultravox,
T.S.O.L.,
Lower 48,
Rakim,
Ornette Coleman,
The Offenders,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
B.T. Express,
Laurel Aitken,
Pagans,
The Buckinghams,
The Knickerbockers,
Whodini,
The Gun Club,
Public Image Ltd.,
Silicon Teens,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Blackbyrds,
Metal Thangz,
Gang Gang Dance,
Animal Collective,
Eden Ahbez,
Surgeon,
Infiniti,
Rod Modell,
The Monochrome Set,
Thompson Twins,
Thee Headcoats,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Eli Mardock,
The Black Dice,
New York Dolls,
Amazonics,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Can,
Pierre Henry,
Charles Mingus,
Idris Muhammad,
Rapeman,
Stetsasonic,
The Barracudas,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra, Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra, Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra, Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra.
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.