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 Korea South and from Seoul.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 synthesizer 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 Flash Fearless to the grime 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 Jeru the Damaja. All the underground hits.
All Accadde A tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Flash Fearless record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cramps record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Icehouse,
Ituana,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
New York Dolls,
Harmonia,
The Human League,
Piero Umiliani,
Niagra,
Neil Young,
the Human League,
a-ha,
Grandmaster Flash,
Marcia Griffiths,
Gerry Rafferty,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Velvet Underground,
Dawn Penn,
48th St. Collective,
Susan Cadogan,
Tres Demented,
Altered Images,
The Knickerbockers,
Blake Baxter,
The Stooges,
Alton Ellis,
Duran Duran,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Lee Hazlewood,
Anakelly,
The New Christs,
Lyres,
Morten Harket,
Eden Ahbez,
The Doobie Brothers,
Sparks,
The Evens,
Half Japanese,
The Dave Clark Five,
Throbbing Gristle,
Fear,
DJ Style,
Pylon,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
June Days,
Barry Ungar,
The Kinks,
Minnie Riperton,
Quadrant,
The Tremeloes,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Outsiders,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Joyce Sims,
The Walker Brothers,
Scrapy,
Franke,
The Seeds,
Ice-T,
Judy Mowatt, Judy Mowatt, Judy Mowatt, Judy Mowatt.
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.