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 Kuwait 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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 mellotron 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 The Index to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Gang of Four. All the underground hits.
All The Electric Prunes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Skaos 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Music Machine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Quantec,
The Index,
The Mummies,
Hashim,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
48th St. Collective,
Tres Demented,
Freddie Wadling,
Make Up,
Mr. Review,
The Mojo Men,
Joensuu 1685,
Arthur Verocai,
Lungfish,
Thee Headcoats,
Symarip,
Ossler,
Ten City,
Moby Grape,
Godley & Creme,
Gastr Del Sol,
Alton Ellis,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Sam Rivers,
Lyres,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Guru Guru,
Funky Four + One,
Wire,
the Soft Cell,
L. Decosne,
This Heat,
Toni Rubio,
The Busters,
Interpol,
Unrelated Segments,
Hardrive,
Boz Scaggs,
Amazonics,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Kurtis Blow,
Lalann,
The Motions,
Flamin' Groovies,
Vladislav Delay,
New Age Steppers,
Lou Reed,
The Durutti Column,
Danielle Patucci,
Eve St. Jones,
Neu!,
Tubeway Army,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Evens,
Pagans,
The Smiths,
Television Personalities,
The Red Krayola,
B.T. Express,
Delon & Dalcan,
Arab on Radar, Arab on Radar, Arab on Radar, Arab on Radar.
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.