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 Brazil and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 mellotron 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 Sound Behaviour to the dance 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 Excepter. All the underground hits.
All Sunsets and Hearts tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ralphi Rosario 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Suburban Knight record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Tremeloes,
Matthew Bourne,
Zapp,
Stetsasonic,
New Order,
Boredoms,
Eric B and Rakim,
Nico,
Sun Ra,
Underground Resistance,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Kurtis Blow,
Rod Modell,
The Grass Roots,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
EPMD,
Terrestrial Tones,
Television Personalities,
Scratch Acid,
Unwound,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Last Poets,
Flamin' Groovies,
Pantytec,
The Leaves,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Silicon Teens,
Duran Duran,
Grandmaster Flash,
PIL,
Don Cherry,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Agent Orange,
Lucky Dragons,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Monks,
Pharoah Sanders,
Blancmange,
Howard Jones,
Black Flag,
Scan 7,
Country Teasers,
John Holt,
OOIOO,
Camouflage,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Suicide,
Henry Cow,
Ludus,
Ornette Coleman,
Fatback Band,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Ice-T,
The Move,
The Velvet Underground,
Boogie Down Productions,
David Bowie,
Bill Near,
Glenn Branca,
Fugazi, Fugazi, Fugazi, Fugazi.
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.