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 Ghana and from Houston.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme to the funk 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 The Walker Brothers. All the underground hits.
All The Birthday Party tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fuzztones record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Neil Young record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Wolf Eyes,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Roger Hodgson,
Pet Shop Boys,
Donny Hathaway,
Carl Craig,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Black Sheep,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Connie Case,
Graham Central Station,
The Neon Judgement,
Outsiders,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Thee Headcoats,
Mark Hollis,
Deepchord,
Sun Ra,
Bill Near,
The Cramps,
The Music Machine,
Television Personalities,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Clear Light,
Janne Schatter,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Todd Rundgren,
T.S.O.L.,
Monks,
Scan 7,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Crash Course in Science,
Tubeway Army,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Talk Talk,
Nico,
Robert Wyatt,
Gichy Dan,
New York Dolls,
Derrick May,
Rites of Spring,
Matthew Bourne,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
La Düsseldorf,
The Monks,
Kayak,
The Gun Club,
Jandek,
Rufus Thomas,
June Days,
Masters at Work,
The Move,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
DJ Style,
Rekid,
The Wake,
Joyce Sims,
Crispy Ambulance,
Marcia Griffiths,
John Lydon,
Bobby Byrd, Bobby Byrd, Bobby Byrd, Bobby Byrd.
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.