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 Brazil and from Seoul.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 chamberlin 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 The New Christs to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Television. All the underground hits.
All The Doors tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Quadrant record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ultra Naté record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scion,
Scientists,
Tears for Fears,
Isaac Hayes,
The Five Americans,
Y Pants,
The Fortunes,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Cluster,
The Last Poets,
Groovy Waters,
The Grass Roots,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Suburban Knight,
Yusef Lateef,
Joe Finger,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Buzzcocks,
Model 500,
Byron Stingily,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Dirtbombs,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
B.T. Express,
Nick Fraelich,
Los Fastidios,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Smiths,
Kerri Chandler,
Fela Kuti,
Niagra,
Lucky Dragons,
June of 44,
Popol Vuh,
Gong,
A Certain Ratio,
Depeche Mode,
Harpers Bizarre,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Doors,
The Music Machine,
Thee Headcoats,
Parry Music,
New Age Steppers,
Desert Stars,
Man Parrish,
Arcadia,
This Heat,
Iggy Pop,
Lebanon Hanover,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Inner City,
Steve Hackett,
The Neon Judgement,
Porter Ricks,
Godley & Creme,
The Buckinghams,
Spandau Ballet,
Metal Thangz,
Rod Modell, Rod Modell, Rod Modell, Rod Modell.
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.