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 Guatemala and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 mellotron 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 It's A Beautiful Day to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Loose Ends. All the underground hits.
All JFA tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Pop Group record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 theremin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Saccharine Trust record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sonic Youth,
Scion,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Make Up,
James White and The Blacks,
Bush Tetras,
Silicon Teens,
The Trojans,
David Axelrod,
Big Daddy Kane,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Black Flag,
Technova,
Joy Division,
Peter and Kerry,
The Grass Roots,
Agent Orange,
Sun City Girls,
Jeru the Damaja,
Talk Talk,
Fluxion,
Glenn Branca,
Brothers Johnson,
New York Dolls,
The Names,
The Neon Judgement,
Infiniti,
Slave,
Bizarre Inc.,
Isaac Hayes,
Black Bananas,
Oneida,
Deadbeat,
Marshall Jefferson,
Barry Ungar,
Yellowson,
Scientists,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Dawn Penn,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
The J.B.'s,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Henry Cow,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Fuzztones,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Juan Atkins,
10cc,
Mad Mike,
Sixth Finger,
Simply Red,
The Fire Engines,
Mary Jane Girls,
Robert Hood,
Sparks,
Reuben Wilson,
Porter Ricks,
Wolf Eyes,
Franke,
Al Stewart,
Schoolly D, Schoolly D, Schoolly D, Schoolly D.
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.