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 Uganda and from Lyon.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Electric Prunes to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Robert Görl. All the underground hits.
All The Dead C tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bill Wells record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Manfred Mann's Earth Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bizarre Inc.,
Big Daddy Kane,
New Age Steppers,
Surgeon,
Metal Thangz,
Wolf Eyes,
T. Rex,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Rapeman,
Pulsallama,
Thee Headcoats,
Jesper Dahlback,
Warsaw,
Black Bananas,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
AZ,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Five Americans,
Masters at Work,
Talk Talk,
Marine Girls,
Crooked Eye,
Fad Gadget,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Inner City,
The Cowsills,
Eric Dolphy,
The New Christs,
Pylon,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Brick,
Mandrill,
Derrick Morgan,
PIL,
Buzzcocks,
Tom Boy,
Delta 5,
Funkadelic,
Cecil Taylor,
Radio Birdman,
The Grass Roots,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Icehouse,
Adolescents,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Iggy Pop,
Infiniti,
Whodini,
The Vogues,
Anakelly,
Harry Pussy,
Angry Samoans,
Moss Icon,
Todd Rundgren,
Al Stewart,
Unwound,
The Sound,
Bobby Sherman,
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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.