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 Jordan and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Calgary.
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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Jerry Gold Smith to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Toasters. All the underground hits.
All Shoche tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Residents record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 an oboe and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a T. Rex record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deepchord,
Television,
Donald Byrd,
Interpol,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Eric Copeland,
Jacob Miller,
Graham Central Station,
Fugazi,
Robert Wyatt,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Stockholm Monsters,
Marmalade,
Au Pairs,
Dual Sessions,
Ralphi Rosario,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Star Department,
Jerry's Kids,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Desert Stars,
Newcleus,
Bush Tetras,
Crash Course in Science,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Avey Tare,
Crispy Ambulance,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Gap Band,
DJ Style,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Selecter,
Alton Ellis,
Traffic Nightmare,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Pulsallama,
Adolescents,
Magma,
Freddie Wadling,
X-101,
Danielle Patucci,
The Tremeloes,
Hashim,
Organ,
Oblivians,
Youth Brigade,
Suburban Knight,
Joe Finger,
The Mummies,
Panda Bear,
The Doobie Brothers,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Monks,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Smog,
Rapeman,
Steve Hackett,
Popol Vuh,
Faust,
The Last Poets,
Maleditus Sound,
The Mojo Men,
Nick Fraelich,
New York Dolls, New York Dolls, New York Dolls, New York Dolls.
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.