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 Peru and from Lille.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Television to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Reuben Wilson. All the underground hits.
All Girls At Our Best! tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Golliwogs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 sitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lee Hazlewood record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kevin Saunderson,
The Busters,
Lyres,
Charles Mingus,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Suburban Knight,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Freddie Wadling,
Metal Thangz,
T.S.O.L.,
The Evens,
Echospace,
The Human League,
Mantronix,
Khruangbin,
Newcleus,
Rhythm & Sound,
Tres Demented,
the Fania All-Stars,
Blancmange,
Q and Not U,
Slick Rick,
World's Most,
The Young Rascals,
Dark Day,
Cecil Taylor,
Roxy Music,
Mission of Burma,
Rod Modell,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Babytalk,
Tropical Tobacco,
Television,
Hoover,
Malaria!,
Outsiders,
L. Decosne,
Brass Construction,
8 Eyed Spy,
June of 44,
Scan 7,
X-102,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Smog,
Boz Scaggs,
Grey Daturas,
Make Up,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Oblivians,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Erasure,
Niagra,
Model 500,
The J.B.'s,
Derrick May,
Can,
Monolake,
New York Dolls,
Mo-Dettes,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Fatback Band,
Cymande, Cymande, Cymande, Cymande.
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.