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 Qatar and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Maurizio to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Joensuu 1685. All the underground hits.
All The Names tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The J.B.'s 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Al Stewart record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pussy Galore,
Kas Product,
The Busters,
B.T. Express,
New York Dolls,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Kenny Larkin,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Wings,
Gregory Isaacs,
Groovy Waters,
Mad Mike,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Dirtbombs,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Funky Four + One,
K-Klass,
The Red Krayola,
The Beau Brummels,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Surgeon,
Jeff Mills,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Gang Gang Dance,
Man Eating Sloth,
Harry Pussy,
Wally Richardson,
Livin' Joy,
Mantronix,
Newcleus,
Infiniti,
Eric Dolphy,
The Real Kids,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Brand Nubian,
DNA,
Black Flag,
Johnny Clarke,
Susan Cadogan,
Blake Baxter,
Babytalk,
Warsaw,
Crime,
Monks,
Clear Light,
E-Dancer,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Mo-Dettes,
Boredoms,
Maurizio,
Grey Daturas,
Rites of Spring,
Jacques Brel,
Unwound,
The Toasters,
Desert Stars,
Eddi Front,
Todd Rundgren,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Ossler,
Crash Course in Science,
John Cale,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Louis and Bebe Barron, Louis and Bebe Barron, Louis and Bebe Barron, Louis and Bebe Barron.
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.