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 Malawi 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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Pantaleimon to the crunk 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 Kings Of Tomorrow. All the underground hits.
All Eden Ahbez tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hashim 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yellowson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Negative Approach,
Roxy Music,
Flash Fearless,
Oblivians,
World's Most,
Tomorrow,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Talk Talk,
The Angels of Light,
Bobby Byrd,
Dorothy Ashby,
Jimmy McGriff,
Black Moon,
The Smoke,
Sandy B,
The Wake,
Lungfish,
Neu!,
Theoretical Girls,
Hoover,
Boogie Down Productions,
ABC,
Quando Quango,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Average White Band,
Das Ding,
Marc Almond,
Derrick Morgan,
the Swans,
Sällskapet,
Kurtis Blow,
the Bar-Kays,
Harmonia,
Pylon,
Peter & Gordon,
KRS-One,
Boredoms,
Josef K,
Rosa Yemen,
The Monks,
X-101,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Leaves,
Colin Newman,
Shuggie Otis,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Slits,
John Cale,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Minnie Riperton,
Aural Exciters,
The Dead C,
Kerri Chandler,
Electric Prunes,
Andrew Hill,
Malaria!,
Dave Gahan,
Schoolly D,
Easy Going,
Joy Division,
Au Pairs,
The Cowsills, The Cowsills, The Cowsills, The Cowsills.
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.