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 Canada 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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Bush Tetras to the electroclash 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 Fifty Foot Hose. All the underground hits.
All Smog tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Los Fastidios record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 chamberlin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lyres record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fugazi,
Harry Pussy,
Matthew Bourne,
The Red Krayola,
AZ,
Rekid,
Bronski Beat,
The Doors,
Unrelated Segments,
Junior Murvin,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
E-Dancer,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Stooges,
Television,
Reuben Wilson,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
X-Ray Spex,
Ultra Naté,
Average White Band,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Black Flag,
Warren Ellis,
Subhumans,
Supertramp,
Scientists,
The New Christs,
The Martian,
Nico,
Joe Smooth,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Intrusion,
Lalo Schifrin,
Blake Baxter,
cv313,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Scratch Acid,
The Vogues,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Toasters,
Pierre Henry,
Rosa Yemen,
Gang of Four,
Joy Division,
Marcia Griffiths,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Doobie Brothers,
Jesper Dahlback,
EPMD,
The Cramps,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Man Eating Sloth,
Echospace,
The American Breed,
Eric Dolphy,
Los Fastidios,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Dave Clark Five,
Grandmaster Flash,
Mary Jane Girls,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The United States of America, The United States of America, The United States of America, The United States of America.
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.