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 Hungary and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 guitar 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 Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz 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 Bang on a Can All-Stars. All the underground hits.
All Spoonie Gee tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Shadows of Knight record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mission of Burma,
The Gun Club,
Schoolly D,
Carl Craig,
Dual Sessions,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Stiv Bators,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Kaleidoscope,
Susan Cadogan,
The Trojans,
Guru Guru,
The Birthday Party,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
June Days,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Banda Bassotti,
David Axelrod,
Drive Like Jehu,
Pet Shop Boys,
Sun City Girls,
Ludus,
Iggy Pop,
Dennis Brown,
New Order,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
John Holt,
CMW,
Roxette,
The Monochrome Set,
The Tremeloes,
Make Up,
Aaron Thompson,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Soft Cell,
Theoretical Girls,
Bobby Sherman,
Isaac Hayes,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Grandmaster Flash,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Skatalites,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Funkadelic,
Aural Exciters,
The Litter,
The Young Rascals,
The Mojo Men,
Ice-T,
Scientists,
Lindisfarne,
Kenny Larkin,
H. Thieme,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
John Coltrane,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Technova,
Hoover,
Suburban Knight,
The Angels of Light, The Angels of Light, The Angels of Light, The Angels of Light.
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.