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 Sierra Leone and from Madrid.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 Trumans Water to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Gladiators. All the underground hits.
All Connie Case tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crispy Ambulance record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Divine Comedy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Franke,
The Gap Band,
David McCallum,
The Blues Magoos,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Ultimate Spinach,
Oneida,
Don Cherry,
Warren Ellis,
The Zeros,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Lou Christie,
Jeff Mills,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Delta 5,
Jerry's Kids,
Metal Thangz,
Robert Wyatt,
Lyres,
Gabor Szabo,
Crime,
Cal Tjader,
Erykah Badu,
10cc,
Siglo XX,
Parry Music,
Rufus Thomas,
Tomorrow,
Black Pus,
Chris Corsano,
The Red Krayola,
The Associates,
Ronnie Foster,
Scientists,
Donny Hathaway,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Gories,
Skarface,
Wings,
Das Ding,
Bang On A Can,
New Order,
X-102,
FM Einheit,
Pulsallama,
The American Breed,
Kurtis Blow,
Flipper,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Steve Hackett,
Scrapy,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Black Bananas,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Kinks,
Eden Ahbez,
Iggy Pop,
Tears for Fears,
Wasted Youth,
Minor Threat,
Bobby Womack,
Ponytail,
Joyce Sims,
The Gun Club, The Gun Club, The Gun Club, The Gun Club.
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.