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 Macedonia and from London.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 The Modern Lovers to the electroclash 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 Wings. All the underground hits.
All The Searchers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DeepChord presents Echospace record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 a linndrum and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ajijia Myrayebe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Royal Trux,
Japan,
Ten City,
Grauzone,
Deepchord,
David Axelrod,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Lyres,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Loose Ends,
DJ Style,
Toni Rubio,
Gang of Four,
Michelle Simonal,
Erykah Badu,
Scrapy,
New Order,
CMW,
The Wake,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Cowsills,
Country Teasers,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Hashim,
The Smoke,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Kerri Chandler,
KRS-One,
The Dirtbombs,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Raincoats,
Chris & Cosey,
48th St. Collective,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Litter,
The Fall,
Stereo Dub,
Gil Scott Heron,
Electric Prunes,
Panda Bear,
Andrew Hill,
Flash Fearless,
Mars,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
June of 44,
The Flesh Eaters,
Sun Ra,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Drexciya,
Severed Heads,
Junior Murvin,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Babytalk,
Pantytec,
The Detroit Cobras,
Saccharine Trust,
Jesper Dahlback,
Vainqueur,
Cameo,
Blancmange,
Pole,
Eli Mardock,
Roger Hodgson, Roger Hodgson, Roger Hodgson, Roger Hodgson.
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.