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 Ivory Coast and from Toronto.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Tokyo.
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 arpeggiator 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 Doobie Brothers to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu. All the underground hits.
All Kevin Saunderson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Shuggie Otis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Reed & Metallica record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Sheep,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Organ,
Joy Division,
Iggy Pop,
Camberwell Now,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Maleditus Sound,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Misunderstood,
Echospace,
The Durutti Column,
Andrew Hill,
Black Pus,
Eden Ahbez,
Liliput,
Cluster,
Soul Sonic Force,
Y Pants,
Unrelated Segments,
The Mojo Men,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Altered Images,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Birthday Party,
Kerrie Biddell,
Carl Craig,
X-102,
The Modern Lovers,
Sonic Youth,
Lucky Dragons,
R.M.O.,
the Germs,
Peter & Gordon,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Harry Pussy,
The Five Americans,
The Litter,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Babytalk,
Skaos,
The Invisible,
DJ Style,
Drive Like Jehu,
Cameo,
David Bowie,
Simply Red,
Avey Tare,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Byron Stingily,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Man Parrish,
Man Eating Sloth,
Nas,
Blancmange,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Music Machine,
Yusef Lateef,
Japan,
Fad Gadget, Fad Gadget, Fad Gadget, Fad Gadget.
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.