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 Swaziland and from Stockholm.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 AZ to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Von Mondo. All the underground hits.
All Patti Smith tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sparks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barbara Tucker record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rites of Spring,
Marmalade,
Flash Fearless,
Soft Cell,
Andrew Hill,
Lee Hazlewood,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Ludus,
FM Einheit,
Soulsonic Force,
The Electric Prunes,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Leaves,
Kenny Larkin,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Ten City,
Pharoah Sanders,
Max Romeo,
Easy Going,
The Offenders,
Freddie Wadling,
The United States of America,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Malaria!,
Ornette Coleman,
Parry Music,
The Pop Group,
Fugazi,
Ronan,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Althea and Donna,
Trumans Water,
Matthew Halsall,
Jawbox,
Eli Mardock,
Sam Rivers,
Procol Harum,
Unwound,
E-Dancer,
Nick Fraelich,
Fluxion,
Spoonie Gee,
Funkadelic,
Joe Smooth,
Section 25,
Joy Division,
The Barracudas,
Scott Walker,
Saccharine Trust,
Average White Band,
Country Teasers,
The Shadows of Knight,
DNA,
Marine Girls,
Roy Ayers,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Cure,
Sun Ra,
Alphaville,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Boogie Down Productions, Boogie Down Productions, Boogie Down Productions, Boogie Down Productions.
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.