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 Peru 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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Busters to the jazz 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 Excepter. All the underground hits.
All Nirvana tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kayak 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a ABBA record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Duran Duran,
Essential Logic,
Mad Mike,
Dorothy Ashby,
Freddie Wadling,
Alton Ellis,
Fluxion,
The Index,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Avey Tare,
The Cowsills,
La Düsseldorf,
Arcadia,
Ituana,
Eli Mardock,
Grauzone,
Severed Heads,
The Busters,
Rotary Connection,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Scott Walker,
Half Japanese,
Toni Rubio,
Depeche Mode,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Index,
Joey Negro,
Ken Boothe,
Stiv Bators,
a-ha,
June of 44,
Scientists,
David McCallum,
Subhumans,
Junior Murvin,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Cameo,
Pere Ubu,
Roger Hodgson,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Los Fastidios,
Faraquet,
Cecil Taylor,
Yaz,
James White and The Blacks,
Chris Corsano,
The Electric Prunes,
Mo-Dettes,
The Real Kids,
Angry Samoans,
LL Cool J,
Accadde A,
The Shadows of Knight,
Swell Maps,
Average White Band,
The Alarm Clocks,
Eric Dolphy,
The Pretty Things,
Masters at Work,
Flash Fearless,
The Happenings,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
A Flock of Seagulls, A Flock of Seagulls, A Flock of Seagulls, A Flock of Seagulls.
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.