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 Macedonia and from Manchester.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Ten City to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Aaron Thompson. All the underground hits.
All The Mighty Diamonds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Royal Family And The Poor 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Iggy Pop record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Reuben Wilson,
Peter & Gordon,
Grandmaster Flash,
Barrington Levy,
Dead Boys,
Barclay James Harvest,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Gang Gang Dance,
La Düsseldorf,
Chris Corsano,
Jawbox,
The Electric Prunes,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Lakeside,
Big Daddy Kane,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Kas Product,
Inner City,
Khruangbin,
Dorothy Ashby,
Sam Rivers,
Popol Vuh,
X-Ray Spex,
Harmonia,
Magma,
John Lydon,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Sexual Harrassment,
Saccharine Trust,
Supertramp,
Agent Orange,
Reagan Youth,
Accadde A,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Shuggie Otis,
Bill Wells,
kango's stein massive,
Barbara Tucker,
Erykah Badu,
Blancmange,
Silicon Teens,
Wasted Youth,
Monolake,
Quantec,
Prince Buster,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Brothers Johnson,
Marvin Gaye,
The Fire Engines,
Gang Green,
Scan 7,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Dawn Penn,
Judy Mowatt,
Liliput,
Electric Prunes,
Flipper,
Iggy Pop,
The Angels of Light,
Joyce Sims,
Radio Birdman, Radio Birdman, Radio Birdman, Radio Birdman.
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.