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 Saudi Arabia and from Accra.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Sao Paulo.
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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Lebanon Hanover to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Offenders. All the underground hits.
All Ultravox tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Reuben Wilson 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Darondo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joe Finger,
the Normal,
The Litter,
Cameo,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Janne Schatter,
The Toasters,
Slave,
Swell Maps,
MC5,
Tomorrow,
Thompson Twins,
the Association,
Wasted Youth,
Sällskapet,
Lindisfarne,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Motorama,
Neu!,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Soul Sonic Force,
Wally Richardson,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Public Image Ltd.,
Lalann,
The Doobie Brothers,
Quantec,
Blake Baxter,
Vainqueur,
The Music Machine,
MDC,
Cal Tjader,
The Smoke,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Echospace,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Accadde A,
James White and The Blacks,
The Modern Lovers,
48th St. Collective,
Marshall Jefferson,
Sam Rivers,
Crooked Eye,
The Buckinghams,
Lou Christie,
T. Rex,
PIL,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Sex Pistols,
Barry Ungar,
Frankie Knuckles,
Donny Hathaway,
The Birthday Party,
Joey Negro,
Hot Snakes,
Aswad,
The Misunderstood,
Groovy Waters,
Robert Hood,
Rekid,
Schoolly D,
Terry Callier, Terry Callier, Terry Callier, Terry Callier.
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.