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 Malaysia and from Philadelphia.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 808 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 Ronan to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Yaz. All the underground hits.
All Silicon Teens tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Count Five 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soft Machine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Doobie Brothers,
Blake Baxter,
Pantaleimon,
Kurtis Blow,
X-101,
The Pop Group,
New Age Steppers,
Gichy Dan,
Camouflage,
The Kinks,
Khruangbin,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Niagra,
T. Rex,
The Index,
John Lydon,
Dorothy Ashby,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Cowsills,
Unwound,
The Residents,
The Wake,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Cal Tjader,
Deakin,
The Flesh Eaters,
Tres Demented,
F. McDonald,
Essential Logic,
The Smiths,
Harpers Bizarre,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Radiohead,
Al Stewart,
Moebius,
EPMD,
Japan,
Colin Newman,
Lou Christie,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Sällskapet,
Parry Music,
Zero Boys,
Babytalk,
The Alarm Clocks,
Tropical Tobacco,
Trumans Water,
Isaac Hayes,
Das Ding,
Crispy Ambulance,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Cramps,
Marine Girls,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Crash Course in Science,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Blues Magoos,
the Normal,
June Days,
Minor Threat, Minor Threat, Minor Threat, Minor Threat.
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.