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 Syria and from Manila.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 rhodes 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 Erasure to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Cymande. All the underground hits.
All Gabor Szabo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bang On A Can 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Prince Buster record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minnie Riperton,
The Cramps,
The Blackbyrds,
Lindisfarne,
Colin Newman,
Bill Wells,
Aswad,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Peter & Gordon,
Derrick Morgan,
Guru Guru,
a-ha,
The Litter,
In Retrospect,
Tim Buckley,
Hoover,
Saccharine Trust,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Metal Thangz,
Sarah Menescal,
Pierre Henry,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Donald Byrd,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Alton Ellis,
Charles Mingus,
Sparks,
Minutemen,
Delon & Dalcan,
Schoolly D,
The Standells,
Amazonics,
Chrome,
Minny Pops,
Mad Mike,
The Last Poets,
World's Most,
Scion,
Whodini,
Connie Case,
Stereo Dub,
The Sonics,
Aloha Tigers,
Cal Tjader,
Gerry Rafferty,
Young Marble Giants,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Bronski Beat,
Neil Young,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Eli Mardock,
Audionom,
Essential Logic,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Unwound,
Organ,
Black Sheep,
Main Source,
Isaac Hayes,
Ornette Coleman,
KRS-One,
Letta Mbulu,
MC5, MC5, MC5, MC5.
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.