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 Comoros 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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Edmonton.
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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Grey Daturas to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Slick Rick. All the underground hits.
All The Mighty Diamonds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jerry's Kids 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Au Pairs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Trojans,
Sällskapet,
Theoretical Girls,
Angry Samoans,
Babytalk,
Talk Talk,
Sight & Sound,
The Evens,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Leonard Cohen,
The Cure,
Average White Band,
E-Dancer,
Black Flag,
The Monks,
The Techniques,
Bill Wells,
The Offenders,
Judy Mowatt,
Shuggie Otis,
Ultra Naté,
Dennis Brown,
Anakelly,
Procol Harum,
Stiv Bators,
Alton Ellis,
Scott Walker,
Groovy Waters,
Tim Buckley,
Severed Heads,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
David McCallum,
Radiopuhelimet,
the Swans,
X-101,
Aswad,
Subhumans,
Gichy Dan,
The United States of America,
The Music Machine,
Second Layer,
Camberwell Now,
Lou Christie,
Althea and Donna,
Jeff Mills,
Bauhaus,
Letta Mbulu,
The Blues Magoos,
Agitation Free,
Curtis Mayfield,
Isaac Hayes,
Au Pairs,
The Dirtbombs,
Darondo,
John Foxx,
Sonic Youth,
Bush Tetras,
Chris Corsano,
The Doors,
Fela Kuti,
Susan Cadogan,
Pharoah Sanders,
Moebius,
Public Image Ltd., Public Image Ltd., Public Image Ltd., Public Image Ltd..
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.