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 Brazil and from Bologna.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Milan.
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 linndrum 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 Y Pants to the disco 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 Freddie Wadling. All the underground hits.
All The Fuzztones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nas record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eurythmics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Offenders,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Angels of Light,
Radiohead,
Stockholm Monsters,
Traffic Nightmare,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Mission of Burma,
Ohio Players,
Young Marble Giants,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
ABBA,
The Dead C,
Cameo,
Symarip,
Dave Gahan,
Saccharine Trust,
Glenn Branca,
Flipper,
Theoretical Girls,
In Retrospect,
Franke,
KRS-One,
Sight & Sound,
The Shadows of Knight,
Ralphi Rosario,
Rakim,
The Busters,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
T.S.O.L.,
The Gun Club,
Cymande,
Intrusion,
Matthew Bourne,
David Bowie,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Barclay James Harvest,
Lungfish,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Inner City,
Crooked Eye,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Niagra,
Kevin Saunderson,
Avey Tare,
Television Personalities,
Davy DMX,
Country Teasers,
Barry Ungar,
Crime,
Negative Approach,
Marcia Griffiths,
Sun Ra,
Maurizio,
Albert Ayler,
Nils Olav,
The Sound,
Bluetip,
Shuggie Otis,
Cecil Taylor,
The J.B.'s, The J.B.'s, The J.B.'s, The J.B.'s.
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.