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 Albania 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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 Michael McDonald 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 Monochrome Set to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Lou Reed & John Cale. All the underground hits.
All The Martian tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joe Smooth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nico record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
James White and The Blacks,
Donald Byrd,
X-101,
Das Ding,
K-Klass,
Liliput,
Scion,
Amon Düül,
Anthony Braxton,
Susan Cadogan,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Fugs,
Pierre Henry,
Scratch Acid,
These Immortal Souls,
Jerry's Kids,
Brand Nubian,
Steve Hackett,
Fugazi,
Funkadelic,
U.S. Maple,
Bush Tetras,
the Human League,
E-Dancer,
Flipper,
Moss Icon,
Maurizio,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Sound,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Bluetip,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Boogie Down Productions,
Fatback Band,
Arcadia,
Agent Orange,
Average White Band,
Archie Shepp,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Ken Boothe,
The Modern Lovers,
D'Angelo,
Dennis Brown,
Cymande,
Cameo,
Flash Fearless,
Faraquet,
Nik Kershaw,
Sonny Sharrock,
Blancmange,
Tomorrow,
Suburban Knight,
David McCallum,
Morten Harket,
Scientists,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Searchers,
Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp..
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.