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 Laos 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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Ultra Naté to the punk 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 The Litter. All the underground hits.
All Lou Reed tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ken Boothe 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rites of Spring record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Model 500,
Kurtis Blow,
Bluetip,
Fluxion,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Electric Prunes,
Saccharine Trust,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Joey Negro,
Trumans Water,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Cure,
Technova,
Pere Ubu,
Parry Music,
Terry Callier,
Average White Band,
Qualms,
Sexual Harrassment,
Roxy Music,
Patti Smith,
Khruangbin,
Tomorrow,
Don Cherry,
Soft Machine,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Vladislav Delay,
Marshall Jefferson,
Todd Rundgren,
Judy Mowatt,
The Gun Club,
Matthew Halsall,
Tom Boy,
DJ Sneak,
Television Personalities,
Au Pairs,
The Fire Engines,
The Victims,
Archie Shepp,
Eden Ahbez,
Bizarre Inc.,
Slick Rick,
Sun City Girls,
Ludus,
Q and Not U,
Dennis Brown,
Bobby Sherman,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Gerry Rafferty,
Hoover,
The Mummies,
Slave,
Inner City,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Lou Reed,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Sight & Sound,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Quantec,
Porter Ricks,
The Golliwogs, The Golliwogs, The Golliwogs, The Golliwogs.
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.