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 Haiti and from Portland.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Marine Girls to the crunk 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 Absolute Body Control. All the underground hits.
All CMW tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rufus Thomas 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a June Days record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marmalade,
Nas,
Colin Newman,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Deakin,
Marc Almond,
The Fortunes,
Slave,
Minny Pops,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Oblivians,
Erykah Badu,
Flipper,
EPMD,
Don Cherry,
Gregory Isaacs,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Franke,
K-Klass,
Kaleidoscope,
Radio Birdman,
Von Mondo,
Supertramp,
Prince Buster,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Residents,
Desert Stars,
Howard Jones,
the Human League,
Heaven 17,
Avey Tare,
The Stooges,
Vladislav Delay,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Tears for Fears,
Albert Ayler,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Cal Tjader,
Arab on Radar,
June of 44,
Pantaleimon,
Eden Ahbez,
The Mummies,
Barry Ungar,
The Toasters,
Iggy Pop,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Maleditus Sound,
Derrick May,
Scrapy,
Maurizio,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Jesper Dahlback,
Gang Green,
Niagra,
Infiniti,
The Shadows of Knight,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Lightning Bolt,
Dark Day,
The Busters,
Outsiders,
Graham Central Station, Graham Central Station, Graham Central Station, Graham Central Station.
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.