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 Ghana and from Portland.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the organ 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 Knickerbockers to the jazz 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 Ornette Coleman. All the underground hits.
All Franke tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Los Fastidios 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a This Heat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tres Demented,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Last Poets,
Interpol,
Bad Manners,
Whodini,
Alison Limerick,
Section 25,
Yusef Lateef,
The Victims,
Bootsy Collins,
Black Sheep,
Robert Hood,
Main Source,
Altered Images,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Remains,
Can,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Selecter,
Tubeway Army,
Godley & Creme,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Spoonie Gee,
Radiohead,
Junior Murvin,
Underground Resistance,
Los Fastidios,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Moody Blues,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Audionom,
Procol Harum,
Organ,
Electric Prunes,
Piero Umiliani,
New Age Steppers,
Livin' Joy,
Lightning Bolt,
Harpers Bizarre,
Ronnie Foster,
Mad Mike,
Scientists,
U.S. Maple,
The Smoke,
Public Enemy,
Lalann,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Smiths,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Glambeats Corp.,
Essential Logic,
Tom Boy,
Fugazi,
Fela Kuti,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Modern Lovers,
Eric Dolphy,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Traffic Nightmare,
Dawn Penn, Dawn Penn, Dawn Penn, Dawn Penn.
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.