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 Iraq and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Doors to the grunge 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 The Velvet Underground. All the underground hits.
All Popol Vuh tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Silicon Teens record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Godley & Creme record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Suburban Knight,
Sun Ra,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Harry Pussy,
T.S.O.L.,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Letta Mbulu,
Jacob Miller,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
KRS-One,
Vladislav Delay,
Fear,
Accadde A,
Flipper,
Severed Heads,
Symarip,
Tomorrow,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Don Cherry,
Arab on Radar,
Byron Stingily,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Index,
Second Layer,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Pierre Henry,
Traffic Nightmare,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Gang Green,
Pantaleimon,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Tom Boy,
ABC,
Eric Dolphy,
Wolf Eyes,
The Monks,
Adolescents,
Warsaw,
Slave,
Freddie Wadling,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Jesper Dahlback,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
FM Einheit,
The Names,
The Fortunes,
Yaz,
The Birthday Party,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Kenny Larkin,
Visage,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Fall,
Eric B and Rakim,
Desert Stars,
The Fuzztones,
Lalo Schifrin,
Kerri Chandler,
The Fire Engines,
Al Stewart,
The Gladiators,
The Slackers,
Wings, Wings, Wings, Wings.
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.