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 Venezuela and from Stockholm.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Columbus.
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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Max Romeo to the funk 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 Roy Ayers Ubiquity. All the underground hits.
All Peter and Kerry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fugazi 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Residents record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Beau Brummels,
Talk Talk,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Isaac Hayes,
Bluetip,
Fear,
Pagans,
Carl Craig,
Mr. Review,
The Music Machine,
Brothers Johnson,
Fifty Foot Hose,
the Sonics,
David Bowie,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Frankie Knuckles,
Roxette,
Make Up,
Erykah Badu,
Aaron Thompson,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
8 Eyed Spy,
Soul Sonic Force,
Blancmange,
EPMD,
Average White Band,
Radiopuhelimet,
Monks,
The Golliwogs,
The Sonics,
The Barracudas,
Thompson Twins,
Half Japanese,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Roy Ayers,
Silicon Teens,
Lower 48,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Tom Boy,
The Fall,
Dawn Penn,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Gerry Rafferty,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Organ,
Buzzcocks,
Rod Modell,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Seeds,
Chris Corsano,
Lakeside,
Soul II Soul,
Loose Ends,
Minnie Riperton,
Maurizio,
Cluster,
The Doors,
the Bar-Kays,
Skarface,
Sam Rivers,
Can,
The Flesh Eaters,
Gian Franco Pienzio, Gian Franco Pienzio, Gian Franco Pienzio, Gian Franco Pienzio.
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.