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 Mexico and from Spokane.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Popol Vuh 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 The Monks. All the underground hits.
All Simply Red tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Doors record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Bar-Kays record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joe Smooth,
The Pretty Things,
Bluetip,
Todd Terry,
Lungfish,
Pantaleimon,
OOIOO,
Alphaville,
Boz Scaggs,
the Normal,
Slick Rick,
The Alarm Clocks,
Ten City,
Hot Snakes,
Warsaw,
Buzzcocks,
Nas,
The Young Rascals,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Fad Gadget,
Sister Nancy,
Underground Resistance,
Quadrant,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
the Fania All-Stars,
Yaz,
Anthony Braxton,
Fear,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Knickerbockers,
Funky Four + One,
Depeche Mode,
The Last Poets,
The Real Kids,
Jerry Gold Smith,
La Düsseldorf,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Girls At Our Best!,
Drive Like Jehu,
Black Moon,
Sandy B,
Danielle Patucci,
Bob Dylan,
The Mummies,
Janne Schatter,
Judy Mowatt,
Hoover,
Circle Jerks,
Schoolly D,
Fugazi,
KRS-One,
Amon Düül II,
Marvin Gaye,
Gabor Szabo,
Eli Mardock,
Jeff Mills,
Tubeway Army,
Gang Starr,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Bill Near,
Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren.
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.