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 Macedonia and from Winnipeg.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Spoonie Gee to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Reagan Youth. All the underground hits.
All Magazine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joe Finger 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Peanut Butter Conspiracy 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?
Mr. Review,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Easy Going,
Pagans,
Michelle Simonal,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Roy Ayers,
Fear,
Cluster,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Raincoats,
Brothers Johnson,
EPMD,
Black Sheep,
Alphaville,
The Victims,
Ronan,
Ituana,
Soft Machine,
the Sonics,
Cal Tjader,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Offenders,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Echospace,
Alton Ellis,
Camouflage,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Quando Quango,
Joe Finger,
Nico,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Audionom,
The Skatalites,
Jandek,
Reagan Youth,
Donny Hathaway,
The Black Dice,
Ten City,
Buzzcocks,
Fad Gadget,
Drive Like Jehu,
Interpol,
The Smoke,
The Flesh Eaters,
Andrew Hill,
Skriet,
Boogie Down Productions,
Urselle,
Eli Mardock,
Basic Channel,
Rotary Connection,
Kool Moe Dee,
Reuben Wilson,
Scrapy,
Marine Girls,
Au Pairs, Au Pairs, Au Pairs, Au Pairs.
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.