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 Iran and from Columbus.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 sitar 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 Babytalk to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Malaria!. All the underground hits.
All The Five Americans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every 10cc record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Technova record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Jimmy McGriff,
Q65,
Kaleidoscope,
Darondo,
Procol Harum,
The Walker Brothers,
Sällskapet,
Cameo,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Neil Young,
Todd Terry,
The Count Five,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
FM Einheit,
Max Romeo,
Adolescents,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Kurtis Blow,
Pere Ubu,
R.M.O.,
Marshall Jefferson,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
World's Most,
Grandmaster Flash,
Jerry's Kids,
Throbbing Gristle,
Sex Pistols,
Silicon Teens,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Scan 7,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Black Pus,
Jeff Lynne,
Surgeon,
Pussy Galore,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
kango's stein massive,
The Raincoats,
Anthony Braxton,
Lakeside,
Jacques Brel,
The Barracudas,
Japan,
B.T. Express,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Harpers Bizarre,
Bobby Womack,
Kenny Larkin,
Slick Rick,
Nirvana,
Eli Mardock,
Sam Rivers,
Shuggie Otis,
Cybotron,
X-102,
Hot Snakes,
Gichy Dan,
Derrick May,
Minny Pops,
Spoonie Gee,
T.S.O.L.,
the Normal, the Normal, the Normal, the Normal.
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.