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 Egypt 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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Normal to the rock 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 Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic. All the underground hits.
All Procol Harum tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Urselle 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sun Ra Arkestra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Intrusion,
The Toasters,
The Trojans,
D'Angelo,
Metal Thangz,
Blancmange,
Panda Bear,
Joe Finger,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Loose Ends,
Jerry's Kids,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Black Bananas,
48th St. Collective,
Matthew Bourne,
Terry Callier,
Kenny Larkin,
Don Cherry,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Cal Tjader,
Q65,
Fatback Band,
Sound Behaviour,
Essential Logic,
Marvin Gaye,
Amazonics,
John Cale,
Kas Product,
The Fortunes,
Toni Rubio,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Liliput,
Sam Rivers,
Avey Tare,
Agitation Free,
The Neon Judgement,
Outsiders,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Hashim,
Camouflage,
Vainqueur,
Nirvana,
Todd Terry,
Jacob Miller,
Altered Images,
Joey Negro,
The Cure,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Slackers,
The Monks,
Stetsasonic,
The Fugs,
Barbara Tucker,
Sister Nancy,
Ohio Players,
The Busters,
The Last Poets,
Glambeats Corp.,
Marc Almond,
Arcadia,
New Order, New Order, New Order, New Order.
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.