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 Russia and from Stockholm.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 chamberlin 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 Pretty Things to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Bobby Byrd. All the underground hits.
All Reagan Youth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jawbox 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marcia Griffiths record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Essential Logic,
the Germs,
The Buckinghams,
Fela Kuti,
Oneida,
Lyres,
Massinfluence,
Drexciya,
Dennis Brown,
The Golliwogs,
Sarah Menescal,
Lakeside,
Moss Icon,
8 Eyed Spy,
Boredoms,
Hoover,
Wire,
Freddie Wadling,
the Swans,
Country Teasers,
Loose Ends,
Can,
Livin' Joy,
R.M.O.,
Mr. Review,
Altered Images,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
AZ,
Lou Christie,
Archie Shepp,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Flesh Eaters,
Black Moon,
Andrew Hill,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Five Americans,
Yaz,
Smog,
Pharoah Sanders,
ABBA,
Surgeon,
Suburban Knight,
The Fortunes,
D'Angelo,
The Sound,
cv313,
Delta 5,
Lindisfarne,
Dark Day,
Delon & Dalcan,
June Days,
Fatback Band,
Don Cherry,
The Gun Club,
X-101,
Colin Newman,
Skriet,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Kenny Larkin,
Erykah Badu,
Mandrill,
Siglo XX,
Slave,
Crash Course in Science, Crash Course in Science, Crash Course in Science, Crash Course in Science.
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.