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 Brunei and from New York.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Tim Buckley to the funk 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 Mo-Dettes. All the underground hits.
All Ajijia Myrayebe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soul II Soul record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Misunderstood 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 Motions,
Rotary Connection,
Rufus Thomas,
June Days,
Jesper Dahlback,
Godley & Creme,
Sällskapet,
Gang Green,
Altered Images,
Nas,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Electric Prunes,
David Axelrod,
OOIOO,
Mad Mike,
Ken Boothe,
Public Image Ltd.,
These Immortal Souls,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Rekid,
The Fall,
Newcleus,
Oblivians,
The Star Department,
Porter Ricks,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Mr. Review,
The Barracudas,
the Sonics,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Urselle,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Peter and Kerry,
John Lydon,
Junior Murvin,
Amon Düül II,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Monks,
Erasure,
Surgeon,
Wolf Eyes,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Funkadelic,
Toni Rubio,
The Cramps,
Sugar Minott,
The Leaves,
Unrelated Segments,
The Alarm Clocks,
Gerry Rafferty,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Monochrome Set,
The Names,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Smog,
The Blackbyrds,
Nation of Ulysses,
Tubeway Army,
Excepter,
The Raincoats,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Oppenheimer Analysis, Oppenheimer Analysis, Oppenheimer Analysis, Oppenheimer Analysis.
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.