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 Dominican Republic and from Seoul.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 synthesizer 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 Skriet to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Neil Young & Crazy Horse. All the underground hits.
All the Association tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tubeway Army record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a June of 44 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kerri Chandler,
The Associates,
Erasure,
Mission of Burma,
The Golliwogs,
R.M.O.,
The Gladiators,
Eric B and Rakim,
X-Ray Spex,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Brass Construction,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Lightning Bolt,
Freddie Wadling,
Robert Hood,
Mo-Dettes,
John Foxx,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
John Coltrane,
Skriet,
Ossler,
Roxette,
Can,
Black Flag,
Bob Dylan,
Robert Wyatt,
Soulsonic Force,
The Sonics,
Ituana,
Accadde A,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Heaven 17,
Hardrive,
Wolf Eyes,
Fluxion,
Hashim,
Theoretical Girls,
Lower 48,
Inner City,
Stetsasonic,
Stiv Bators,
Pagans,
Al Stewart,
Urselle,
Man Eating Sloth,
June Days,
Procol Harum,
Severed Heads,
Q and Not U,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Black Moon,
Bobby Byrd,
Crooked Eye,
Eden Ahbez,
Marc Almond,
The Divine Comedy,
Cheater Slicks,
Sparks,
Todd Rundgren,
Ice-T,
Warsaw,
Wire,
The Smoke, The Smoke, The Smoke, The Smoke.
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.