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 Korea North and from Beijing.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 David Bowie 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 Neon Judgement to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 The Angels of Light. All the underground hits.
All Skriet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every X-Ray Spex record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Isaac Hayes 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?
Beasts of Bourbon,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Trumans Water,
Funky Four + One,
Connie Case,
Nik Kershaw,
Heaven 17,
Bad Manners,
Albert Ayler,
8 Eyed Spy,
Barclay James Harvest,
Silicon Teens,
Barbara Tucker,
the Association,
U.S. Maple,
Sister Nancy,
Average White Band,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Lucky Dragons,
Donald Byrd,
Bobby Womack,
D'Angelo,
The Moody Blues,
Mo-Dettes,
Massinfluence,
Audionom,
Eric Dolphy,
Maleditus Sound,
Rotary Connection,
Todd Terry,
Siglo XX,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Electric Prunes,
Ludus,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Arcadia,
Quantec,
Deepchord,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
the Normal,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Con Funk Shun,
the Fania All-Stars,
Soul Sonic Force,
Symarip,
Neil Young,
Brand Nubian,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Spandau Ballet,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Barrington Levy,
Traffic Nightmare,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Trojans,
Gil Scott Heron,
KRS-One,
Joyce Sims,
Dark Day,
Los Fastidios,
Absolute Body Control,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
the Swans,
Marcia Griffiths, Marcia Griffiths, Marcia Griffiths, Marcia Griffiths.
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.