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 Belize and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 guitar 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 The Happenings to the disco 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 Animal Collective. All the underground hits.
All DJ Style tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every a-ha record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
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 Ossler record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lungfish,
Erykah Badu,
Chris & Cosey,
Nation of Ulysses,
Joyce Sims,
Stiv Bators,
Camberwell Now,
The American Breed,
CMW,
Scion,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Banda Bassotti,
Graham Central Station,
Aswad,
E-Dancer,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Eyeless In Gaza,
10cc,
Bobbi Humphrey,
the Association,
Carl Craig,
Malaria!,
cv313,
Kas Product,
Gong,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The J.B.'s,
Godley & Creme,
Livin' Joy,
Rakim,
Traffic Nightmare,
Cameo,
Second Layer,
Buzzcocks,
Ituana,
Patti Smith,
DJ Sneak,
Black Moon,
Eddi Front,
X-Ray Spex,
Fela Kuti,
Khruangbin,
In Retrospect,
Flash Fearless,
Junior Murvin,
The Doobie Brothers,
June of 44,
Thee Headcoats,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Sonic Youth,
The Leaves,
Freddie Wadling,
China Crisis,
Robert Hood,
Q65,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Procol Harum,
Deakin,
The Mummies,
Pagans,
Sonny Sharrock,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Roxette, Roxette, Roxette, Roxette.
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.