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 Libya and from Paris.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 theremin 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 Sällskapet to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Nas. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Byrd tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dual Sessions record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Al Stewart record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kas Product,
Kool Moe Dee,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Minnie Riperton,
The Sound,
Dark Day,
The Music Machine,
Donald Byrd,
Stiv Bators,
the Germs,
Judy Mowatt,
Gerry Rafferty,
Sex Pistols,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Sugar Minott,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Wake,
Godley & Creme,
the Sonics,
The Misunderstood,
Groovy Waters,
Gang of Four,
Lou Christie,
Lalo Schifrin,
Pagans,
Letta Mbulu,
The Index,
Franke,
Jandek,
Gong,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Zero Boys,
Outsiders,
Scratch Acid,
Half Japanese,
The Mummies,
Kerrie Biddell,
ABBA,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Tremeloes,
EPMD,
Talk Talk,
kango's stein massive,
Bush Tetras,
Boogie Down Productions,
Colin Newman,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Cure,
Wings,
Hasil Adkins,
Infiniti,
The Modern Lovers,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Monks,
The Motions,
Reuben Wilson,
Rekid,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Fire Engines,
Model 500,
The Names,
Make Up,
Bobby Sherman,
Clear Light,
Blancmange, Blancmange, Blancmange, Blancmange.
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.