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 Chad and from Accra.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Scott Walker + Sunn O))) to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Reagan Youth. All the underground hits.
All The Happenings tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Monochrome Set record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Skriet record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Kurtis Blow,
Metal Thangz,
Sugar Minott,
Pantytec,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Toni Rubio,
The Slackers,
Monolake,
Brass Construction,
Amazonics,
Symarip,
Dorothy Ashby,
Moebius,
Grey Daturas,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
In Retrospect,
Spandau Ballet,
The Invisible,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Hardrive,
the Human League,
Angry Samoans,
Robert Wyatt,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Stooges,
James White and The Blacks,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Fela Kuti,
Skarface,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Vainqueur,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Lightning Bolt,
Intrusion,
Flash Fearless,
John Coltrane,
The Selecter,
Quando Quango,
AZ,
Young Marble Giants,
Tubeway Army,
Dual Sessions,
Man Eating Sloth,
Fluxion,
Fad Gadget,
New Order,
Absolute Body Control,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Rotary Connection,
Black Sheep,
Bootsy Collins,
Siglo XX,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Fear,
New Age Steppers,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Crooked Eye,
Bill Wells,
The Mojo Men,
Shuggie Otis, Shuggie Otis, Shuggie Otis, Shuggie Otis.
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.