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 Australia and from Lagos.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 rhodes 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 Liaisons Dangereuses to the jazz 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 The Detroit Cobras. All the underground hits.
All The Invisible tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joe Smooth 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Amon Düül record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Duran Duran,
Wire,
Icehouse,
Intrusion,
The Grass Roots,
Glambeats Corp.,
F. McDonald,
Archie Shepp,
Kenny Larkin,
Fat Boys,
Big Daddy Kane,
Saccharine Trust,
Barbara Tucker,
The Golliwogs,
John Cale,
Monks,
The Dirtbombs,
Bronski Beat,
Hot Snakes,
Jerry's Kids,
Godley & Creme,
Altered Images,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Todd Rundgren,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
the Swans,
June of 44,
Nation of Ulysses,
Rekid,
Blossom Toes,
Liliput,
X-Ray Spex,
Hashim,
Jawbox,
David Bowie,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Angels of Light,
Jandek,
Joyce Sims,
Eric Dolphy,
Von Mondo,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
8 Eyed Spy,
Sarah Menescal,
Sparks,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Tremeloes,
The Happenings,
Funky Four + One,
Yellowson,
Chrome,
Barry Ungar,
Sam Rivers,
Black Moon,
Grauzone,
Echospace,
Alice Coltrane,
Ohio Players,
Soft Machine,
Fatback Band,
The Gun Club,
Freddie Wadling,
Deadbeat,
Janne Schatter, Janne Schatter, Janne Schatter, Janne Schatter.
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.