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 Mauritius and from Stockholm.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 mellotron 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 The Durutti Column to the dance 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 Colin Newman. All the underground hits.
All The Gap Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jeru the Damaja 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Happenings record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Second Layer,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Black Pus,
Outsiders,
Half Japanese,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Eric Dolphy,
Leonard Cohen,
Icehouse,
Moss Icon,
Howard Jones,
Sexual Harrassment,
Aaron Thompson,
Don Cherry,
Spoonie Gee,
Pet Shop Boys,
Ronnie Foster,
Ralphi Rosario,
Depeche Mode,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Livin' Joy,
Saccharine Trust,
Erykah Badu,
The Gun Club,
Bad Manners,
Dual Sessions,
Brick,
Buzzcocks,
Derrick May,
The Saints,
Bluetip,
Donald Byrd,
Aloha Tigers,
Magazine,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Jerry's Kids,
The J.B.'s,
Lalo Schifrin,
Black Sheep,
Theoretical Girls,
Nirvana,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Tropical Tobacco,
Suicide,
Sound Behaviour,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Con Funk Shun,
Television,
Harmonia,
Altered Images,
the Human League,
Rites of Spring,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
48th St. Collective,
Heaven 17,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Human League,
Godley & Creme,
Model 500,
cv313,
The Shadows of Knight,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Subhumans, Subhumans, Subhumans, Subhumans.
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.