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 Nigeria and from Hong Kong.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 synthesizer 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 Rekid to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 It's A Beautiful Day. All the underground hits.
All Steve Hackett tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every These Immortal Souls 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Das Ding record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aloha Tigers,
Young Marble Giants,
These Immortal Souls,
Sparks,
The Angels of Light,
Scan 7,
Glambeats Corp.,
ABBA,
Qualms,
The Slackers,
Junior Murvin,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Fela Kuti,
CMW,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Grandmaster Flash,
Man Eating Sloth,
Los Fastidios,
John Holt,
Radio Birdman,
Flamin' Groovies,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Man Parrish,
Excepter,
Judy Mowatt,
Chrome,
Althea and Donna,
Vladislav Delay,
Main Source,
Minutemen,
John Cale,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Au Pairs,
Audionom,
Bobby Byrd,
Camberwell Now,
The Tremeloes,
Laurel Aitken,
Blake Baxter,
8 Eyed Spy,
Glenn Branca,
Joensuu 1685,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Deakin,
Ultra Naté,
Yaz,
Bill Wells,
Jerry's Kids,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Wolf Eyes,
Desert Stars,
In Retrospect,
the Sonics,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Nirvana,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Knickerbockers,
The Star Department,
EPMD,
The Smiths,
Bootsy Collins, Bootsy Collins, Bootsy Collins, Bootsy Collins.
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.