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 Bolivia and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the güiro 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 The Pop Group to the punk 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 Jacques Brel. All the underground hits.
All Frankie Knuckles tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every H. Thieme record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 synthesizer and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Altered Images record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Reagan Youth,
Outsiders,
Ronan,
Marmalade,
Marcia Griffiths,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Lungfish,
The Last Poets,
The Toasters,
This Heat,
Mo-Dettes,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Black Pus,
James White and The Blacks,
The Cowsills,
David Axelrod,
Zapp,
The Skatalites,
The Star Department,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Colin Newman,
Radiohead,
Wolf Eyes,
MC5,
Robert Görl,
X-Ray Spex,
Dual Sessions,
Black Flag,
Steve Hackett,
Television,
Subhumans,
John Cale,
Urselle,
Hardrive,
The Fuzztones,
The Smoke,
Barrington Levy,
the Bar-Kays,
Grauzone,
Trumans Water,
Harmonia,
Sex Pistols,
The Monks,
Glambeats Corp.,
New York Dolls,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Count Five,
Parry Music,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Martian,
Bobby Byrd,
Gabor Szabo,
Sugar Minott,
Echospace,
Erykah Badu,
Visage,
Barbara Tucker,
Can,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Harpers Bizarre,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
D'Angelo,
Black Moon,
The Birthday Party, The Birthday Party, The Birthday Party, The Birthday Party.
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.