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 Iraq and from Sao Paulo.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 organ 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 The Count Five 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 Tommy Roe. All the underground hits.
All Scott Walker + Sunn O))) tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Liaisons Dangereuses record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roxette record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wasted Youth,
The Golliwogs,
Jawbox,
Gabor Szabo,
Minutemen,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Quadrant,
Toni Rubio,
Fat Boys,
Pierre Henry,
One Last Wish,
Spandau Ballet,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Gong,
Nick Fraelich,
Oneida,
Sister Nancy,
Tubeway Army,
Sonic Youth,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Brick,
Marc Almond,
Sarah Menescal,
The Alarm Clocks,
Kurtis Blow,
Chris Corsano,
Gil Scott Heron,
Saccharine Trust,
Sexual Harrassment,
Pharoah Sanders,
Colin Newman,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Loose Ends,
The Dave Clark Five,
Essential Logic,
Mandrill,
Maleditus Sound,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Buckinghams,
The Monks,
The Saints,
Crooked Eye,
Fear,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Sun City Girls,
Matthew Halsall,
Nation of Ulysses,
Kas Product,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Wolf Eyes,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Youth Brigade,
Lou Reed,
OOIOO,
MC5,
Bill Wells,
Japan,
Scott Walker,
The Martian, The Martian, The Martian, The Martian.
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.