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 Tajikistan 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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Kenny Larkin to the grunge 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 Velvet Underground. All the underground hits.
All Echo & the Bunnymen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grandmaster Flash 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Trumans Water record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Motions,
Tropical Tobacco,
Kayak,
This Heat,
Dawn Penn,
Cluster,
The Shadows of Knight,
Sixth Finger,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Chris & Cosey,
Sandy B,
Grandmaster Flash,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Flash Fearless,
Sällskapet,
Beasts of Bourbon,
La Düsseldorf,
Skaos,
Gang Gang Dance,
Pere Ubu,
the Slits,
Connie Case,
Second Layer,
Scrapy,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Flamin' Groovies,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
LL Cool J,
Fela Kuti,
The Durutti Column,
The Knickerbockers,
Crime,
Altered Images,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Youth Brigade,
Babytalk,
Moebius,
Gabor Szabo,
Rosa Yemen,
Barrington Levy,
Talk Talk,
Sight & Sound,
Smog,
Barry Ungar,
New Age Steppers,
Easy Going,
Sarah Menescal,
Albert Ayler,
Flipper,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Warsaw,
Bootsy Collins,
The Alarm Clocks,
AZ,
Bobby Byrd,
Visage,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Aswad,
Yazoo,
Public Image Ltd.,
E-Dancer,
Funkadelic,
Stockholm Monsters, Stockholm Monsters, Stockholm Monsters, Stockholm Monsters.
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.