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 Niger and from Jakarta.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Taipei.
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 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 Crispian St. Peters to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Ossler. All the underground hits.
All Gary Puckett & The Union Gap tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minnie Riperton record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 spring reverb and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Vogues record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Birthday Party,
The Pretty Things,
Fatback Band,
Nils Olav,
Juan Atkins,
The Techniques,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Henry Cow,
Barry Ungar,
La Düsseldorf,
Roxy Music,
Wire,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Underground Resistance,
X-102,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Music Machine,
Joe Smooth,
T. Rex,
Dave Gahan,
Pantaleimon,
Junior Murvin,
Soft Machine,
Sexual Harrassment,
Ralphi Rosario,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
L. Decosne,
Barrington Levy,
Lungfish,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
David Axelrod,
Alison Limerick,
Model 500,
Moss Icon,
Gichy Dan,
Anthony Braxton,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Evens,
Minor Threat,
The Raincoats,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Fuzztones,
Brass Construction,
The Fall,
Thee Headcoats,
Jeff Lynne,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Public Enemy,
T.S.O.L.,
D'Angelo,
Ultimate Spinach,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Swell Maps,
Unrelated Segments,
The Selecter,
Radiohead,
Skriet,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Michelle Simonal, Michelle Simonal, Michelle Simonal, Michelle Simonal.
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.