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 Philippines and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 rhodes 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 Aloha Tigers to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Jesus and Mary Chain. All the underground hits.
All the Germs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Dead C 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Slick Rick record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Wake,
The Raincoats,
One Last Wish,
Scrapy,
Eden Ahbez,
JFA,
Lightning Bolt,
The Vogues,
Bizarre Inc.,
Prince Buster,
Albert Ayler,
Stiv Bators,
Kerrie Biddell,
Kenny Larkin,
The Mummies,
This Heat,
Kurtis Blow,
David Bowie,
kango's stein massive,
Yusef Lateef,
Camouflage,
The Happenings,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Black Bananas,
Porter Ricks,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Tom Boy,
Model 500,
The Litter,
Connie Case,
David McCallum,
Rakim,
Kevin Saunderson,
Au Pairs,
Kas Product,
Rekid,
John Coltrane,
Bush Tetras,
Black Flag,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Erasure,
Steve Hackett,
the Normal,
Scratch Acid,
Electric Prunes,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Oneida,
X-Ray Spex,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Bootsy Collins,
Toni Rubio,
Kerri Chandler,
Danielle Patucci,
Ituana,
Delta 5,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Loose Ends,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Kayak,
Malaria!,
Lou Reed & John Cale, Lou Reed & John Cale, Lou Reed & John Cale, Lou Reed & John Cale.
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.