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 Mexico and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 theremin 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 Angels of Light & Akron/Family to the rap 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 Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme. All the underground hits.
All Lyres tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang Gang Dance record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Public Enemy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Smiths,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Slick Rick,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Darondo,
Wings,
Dawn Penn,
Guru Guru,
The Real Kids,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Moebius,
The Walker Brothers,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Au Pairs,
Monks,
Nirvana,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Harry Pussy,
The Smoke,
The Trojans,
Jeru the Damaja,
Jandek,
Morten Harket,
Laurel Aitken,
Lalann,
Reagan Youth,
In Retrospect,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
D'Angelo,
Kenny Larkin,
The Human League,
Flamin' Groovies,
Radiopuhelimet,
Vladislav Delay,
Echospace,
Lebanon Hanover,
Marc Almond,
Saccharine Trust,
Pussy Galore,
Cameo,
KRS-One,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Spandau Ballet,
T. Rex,
Pere Ubu,
Gregory Isaacs,
U.S. Maple,
Metal Thangz,
Jerry's Kids,
Severed Heads,
Smog,
Donald Byrd,
Motorama,
Main Source,
Donny Hathaway,
Tears for Fears,
The Litter,
Eve St. Jones,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Electric Prunes,
Arcadia, Arcadia, Arcadia, Arcadia.
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.