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 Guinea-Bissau and from Paris.
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 Copenhagen and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 L. Decosne to the disco 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 Ludus. All the underground hits.
All These Immortal Souls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mo-Dettes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 an oboe and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Niagra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord 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 Sonics,
The Techniques,
Duran Duran,
Index,
Technova,
Pagans,
Pet Shop Boys,
Peter & Gordon,
Hot Snakes,
The Victims,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Crash Course in Science,
Underground Resistance,
Gang Starr,
The Modern Lovers,
Scan 7,
Sun City Girls,
Crispian St. Peters,
Minny Pops,
Scott Walker,
Kaleidoscope,
Bobby Byrd,
H. Thieme,
Deadbeat,
Cluster,
Magazine,
Wolf Eyes,
Yusef Lateef,
Bizarre Inc.,
Lucky Dragons,
Dead Boys,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Todd Terry,
The Moody Blues,
Danielle Patucci,
Fear,
Neu!,
The Wake,
Massinfluence,
Amazonics,
Jacques Brel,
The Happenings,
Malaria!,
Letta Mbulu,
Cybotron,
John Coltrane,
The Shadows of Knight,
Derrick May,
Grauzone,
Agent Orange,
Aloha Tigers,
Pantytec,
Blossom Toes,
Mantronix,
Los Fastidios,
Drexciya,
Man Eating Sloth,
Swell Maps,
Oblivians,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Ultimate Spinach, Ultimate Spinach, Ultimate Spinach, Ultimate Spinach.
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.