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 Barbados and from Mexico City.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Bobby Sherman to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Black Pus. All the underground hits.
All Echospace tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Y Pants 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bush Tetras record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Judy Mowatt,
The Invisible,
John Cale,
the Human League,
The J.B.'s,
The Walker Brothers,
Scan 7,
The Offenders,
Rites of Spring,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Remains,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Massinfluence,
Flash Fearless,
Pole,
Swell Maps,
The Martian,
X-101,
Jimmy McGriff,
Thee Headcoats,
Simply Red,
a-ha,
La Düsseldorf,
Bob Dylan,
Robert Hood,
Rufus Thomas,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Shadows of Knight,
Sarah Menescal,
Brand Nubian,
Donny Hathaway,
Ken Boothe,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Electric Prunes,
Fat Boys,
Electric Prunes,
Urselle,
Metal Thangz,
Popol Vuh,
Eric Copeland,
Unrelated Segments,
48th St. Collective,
The Red Krayola,
Marshall Jefferson,
Marvin Gaye,
Con Funk Shun,
The Grass Roots,
Wire,
Gastr Del Sol,
Maleditus Sound,
Los Fastidios,
B.T. Express,
Sällskapet,
Mandrill,
Neu!,
Rod Modell,
Moebius,
Organ,
Wolf Eyes, Wolf Eyes, Wolf Eyes, Wolf Eyes.
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.