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 Armenia and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Bologna.
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 808 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 In Retrospect to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Fugazi. All the underground hits.
All The Gun Club tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Techniques 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Red Krayola record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Television Personalities,
Danielle Patucci,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
June Days,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Barracudas,
Mars,
Infiniti,
Fad Gadget,
The Detroit Cobras,
Harmonia,
The Cowsills,
Arcadia,
Marine Girls,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Blues Magoos,
Marshall Jefferson,
Boz Scaggs,
Al Stewart,
Piero Umiliani,
Unwound,
Juan Atkins,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Guru Guru,
DNA,
The Real Kids,
The Mummies,
Eric B and Rakim,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Josef K,
Eric Dolphy,
The Knickerbockers,
Marmalade,
The Walker Brothers,
The Divine Comedy,
This Heat,
Sister Nancy,
DJ Style,
Arthur Verocai,
Joey Negro,
Royal Trux,
Scan 7,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Monks,
The Electric Prunes,
Junior Murvin,
Kerrie Biddell,
Subhumans,
Black Moon,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Sixth Finger,
Newcleus,
PIL,
The Evens,
Pagans,
Todd Rundgren,
Gastr Del Sol,
Fat Boys,
John Holt, John Holt, John Holt, John Holt.
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.