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 Greece and from Manila.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 sitar 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 Danielle Patucci 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 Bauhaus. All the underground hits.
All Panda Bear tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mission of Burma record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a James White and The Blacks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crash Course in Science,
a-ha,
The Martian,
Bobby Byrd,
Rotary Connection,
Pussy Galore,
The Shadows of Knight,
Ossler,
Half Japanese,
Pulsallama,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Litter,
Mary Jane Girls,
Marmalade,
Bush Tetras,
The Buckinghams,
Lower 48,
Cluster,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Essential Logic,
Tubeway Army,
Underground Resistance,
Mandrill,
Bang On A Can,
Carl Craig,
Eden Ahbez,
The Doors,
Kevin Saunderson,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Interpol,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
DNA,
Livin' Joy,
The Move,
Patti Smith,
Tommy Roe,
Rakim,
Chrome,
Derrick Morgan,
Boz Scaggs,
Duran Duran,
Marvin Gaye,
Sam Rivers,
ABBA,
Tom Boy,
The Durutti Column,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Gap Band,
Mars,
Archie Shepp,
The Human League,
ABC,
Maurizio,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Modern Lovers,
Cecil Taylor,
Popol Vuh,
Reuben Wilson,
Hot Snakes,
Gichy Dan,
Gil Scott Heron,
Lucky Dragons,
The Happenings, The Happenings, The Happenings, The Happenings.
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.