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 Ukraine and from Bremen.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Tokyo.
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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Gil Scott Heron to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Gil Scott Heron. All the underground hits.
All Sunsets and Hearts tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crime record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 theremin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Khruangbin,
Anakelly,
The Modern Lovers,
Tommy Roe,
Ituana,
Monks,
The Moody Blues,
ABBA,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Hasil Adkins,
Nirvana,
The Move,
E-Dancer,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Soft Cell,
The Moleskins,
The Cramps,
Masters at Work,
Skaos,
The Walker Brothers,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Cowsills,
Swell Maps,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Urselle,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
World's Most,
Roxy Music,
Skriet,
Jeff Lynne,
Aaron Thompson,
Judy Mowatt,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Ultimate Spinach,
Rosa Yemen,
Donny Hathaway,
Stereo Dub,
The Barracudas,
June of 44,
Spoonie Gee,
Vainqueur,
Niagra,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Yaz,
The Music Machine,
The Wake,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Blake Baxter,
Yusef Lateef,
Altered Images,
Hot Snakes,
Quando Quango,
Arcadia,
Lyres,
Malaria!,
T.S.O.L.,
The Remains,
Sparks,
Scientists, Scientists, Scientists, Scientists.
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.