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 Bolivia and from Tokyo.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 guitar 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 Supertramp to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Pet Shop Boys. All the underground hits.
All Procol Harum tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Seeds record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 rhodes and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a DJ Style record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Avey Tare,
Livin' Joy,
The Star Department,
Suicide,
The Martian,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Brothers Johnson,
One Last Wish,
Excepter,
Josef K,
Boredoms,
Aswad,
Kerri Chandler,
Unwound,
Andrew Hill,
Minny Pops,
Terrestrial Tones,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Whodini,
Groovy Waters,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Derrick May,
the Sonics,
Cymande,
Joey Negro,
ABBA,
Swans,
Leonard Cohen,
Sight & Sound,
10cc,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Malaria!,
Fad Gadget,
The Buckinghams,
The Five Americans,
Skriet,
The Trojans,
Rapeman,
The Raincoats,
The Dirtbombs,
Duran Duran,
Lightning Bolt,
Royal Trux,
Moebius,
Porter Ricks,
the Soft Cell,
Marshall Jefferson,
the Normal,
Sam Rivers,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Accadde A,
Ralphi Rosario,
Suburban Knight,
Faraquet,
Wolf Eyes,
Robert Hood,
Zero Boys,
Zapp, Zapp, Zapp, Zapp.
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.