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 Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 marimba 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 Jesper Dahlbäck to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 The Real Kids. All the underground hits.
All MC5 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sad Lovers and Giants record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Graham Central Station record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sparks,
Alison Limerick,
The Gap Band,
Avey Tare,
Peter and Kerry,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Unrelated Segments,
Sugar Minott,
Suicide,
The J.B.'s,
Rod Modell,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Girls At Our Best!,
Pantaleimon,
Slave,
Delon & Dalcan,
cv313,
Fat Boys,
Kayak,
Gichy Dan,
Lou Reed,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Qualms,
Deadbeat,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Archie Shepp,
Y Pants,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
JFA,
Wings,
The Knickerbockers,
Deepchord,
Gerry Rafferty,
Dawn Penn,
Bobby Byrd,
Alphaville,
Quando Quango,
The Monochrome Set,
Nick Fraelich,
10cc,
8 Eyed Spy,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Sandy B,
Reuben Wilson,
Audionom,
Roxette,
Pere Ubu,
Al Stewart,
Rekid,
The Move,
Dual Sessions,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Trojans,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Public Image Ltd.,
Jacob Miller,
Kurtis Blow,
Cluster,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282, Thinking Fellers Union Local 282, Thinking Fellers Union Local 282, Thinking Fellers Union Local 282.
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.