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 Thailand and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Skaos to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 The Moody Blues. All the underground hits.
All MDC tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Beau Brummels record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pantytec record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scientists,
the Germs,
Pussy Galore,
Girls At Our Best!,
Joey Negro,
The Smoke,
The Seeds,
The Mojo Men,
The Star Department,
Ossler,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Moby Grape,
Gastr Del Sol,
Severed Heads,
Man Eating Sloth,
Flamin' Groovies,
Ituana,
Skriet,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Walker Brothers,
Lower 48,
The Vogues,
The Standells,
DNA,
Royal Trux,
Nick Fraelich,
Sandy B,
Monolake,
Masters at Work,
Kurtis Blow,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Mission of Burma,
Glenn Branca,
Roxette,
Ornette Coleman,
Depeche Mode,
Delta 5,
Magma,
Curtis Mayfield,
Judy Mowatt,
Jacques Brel,
Al Stewart,
Average White Band,
The Young Rascals,
Pagans,
Grandmaster Flash,
48th St. Collective,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Nico,
Fatback Band,
Darondo,
The Slits,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Marvin Gaye,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Victims,
New Age Steppers,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Television Personalities,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson, Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson, Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson, Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson.
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.