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 Congo and from Winnipeg.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Woodstock.
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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the oboe 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 Minny Pops to the grunge 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 Shuggie Otis. All the underground hits.
All Eyeless In Gaza tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kenny Larkin record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Man Parrish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mars,
Marcia Griffiths,
Eddi Front,
Kevin Saunderson,
Cheater Slicks,
Gong,
Goldenarms,
The Modern Lovers,
John Lydon,
The Barracudas,
Crispy Ambulance,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Jeru the Damaja,
Grey Daturas,
Neil Young,
Donny Hathaway,
Soft Machine,
Archie Shepp,
Man Parrish,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Index,
The Motions,
Mandrill,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
T.S.O.L.,
Letta Mbulu,
The Shadows of Knight,
Arab on Radar,
Derrick Morgan,
The Neon Judgement,
Eric B and Rakim,
Moebius,
Glambeats Corp.,
Blancmange,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Simply Red,
Maurizio,
Average White Band,
Parry Music,
The Misunderstood,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Pagans,
Bootsy Collins,
The Fugs,
Alphaville,
Nils Olav,
Moby Grape,
Radio Birdman,
Crooked Eye,
A Certain Ratio,
Minor Threat,
The Real Kids,
James White and The Blacks,
Drive Like Jehu,
B.T. Express,
Jawbox,
Absolute Body Control,
Suburban Knight,
Minnie Riperton,
Sight & Sound,
Fat Boys,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Das Ding,
Bizarre Inc., Bizarre Inc., Bizarre Inc., Bizarre Inc..
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.