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 Liechtenstein and from Shanghai.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Royal Trux to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Amazonics. All the underground hits.
All U.S. Maple tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Monolake 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Sherman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Masters at Work,
Jimmy McGriff,
Rosa Yemen,
Crispian St. Peters,
Supertramp,
Model 500,
D'Angelo,
Faust,
John Lydon,
Wally Richardson,
Desert Stars,
Howard Jones,
T. Rex,
H. Thieme,
Theoretical Girls,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Sam Rivers,
Swans,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Al Stewart,
John Coltrane,
Ralphi Rosario,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
X-101,
China Crisis,
Lalann,
Rakim,
Peter & Gordon,
Davy DMX,
Soul Sonic Force,
Maleditus Sound,
Bang On A Can,
The Residents,
The Flesh Eaters,
Public Image Ltd.,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Shoche,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Reuben Wilson,
the Normal,
Bill Wells,
Zero Boys,
The Moody Blues,
Television,
Das Ding,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Slits,
X-102,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Marc Almond,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Lebanon Hanover,
Charles Mingus,
Lyres,
Electric Prunes,
T.S.O.L.,
B.T. Express,
Mad Mike,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Eli Mardock,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
the Bar-Kays,
Wire, Wire, Wire, Wire.
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.