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 Kenya and from Mumbai.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Con Funk Shun to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Make Up. All the underground hits.
All Black Bananas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every T.S.O.L. record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 güiro and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Adolescents record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Infiniti,
The Durutti Column,
Barbara Tucker,
Lower 48,
Lakeside,
Youth Brigade,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Moleskins,
Black Moon,
Yusef Lateef,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Zapp,
Jandek,
The Tremeloes,
LL Cool J,
the Soft Cell,
The Motions,
T. Rex,
The Slits,
The Buckinghams,
Rotary Connection,
Das Ding,
Max Romeo,
Grey Daturas,
Yellowson,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Lalann,
Pussy Galore,
K-Klass,
Eddi Front,
Massinfluence,
Section 25,
Franke,
Morten Harket,
Bauhaus,
Masters at Work,
Sarah Menescal,
Mars,
Bush Tetras,
Procol Harum,
David Bowie,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
David Axelrod,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Circle Jerks,
Johnny Clarke,
The Count Five,
The Misunderstood,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Bobby Sherman,
Todd Rundgren,
Jerry's Kids,
the Sonics,
Scan 7,
The Invisible,
Country Teasers,
The Martian,
The Stooges,
Index,
Television Personalities,
Tears for Fears,
Leonard Cohen,
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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.