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 Iraq and from Sao Paulo.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Stiv Bators to the rap 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 Man Eating Sloth. All the underground hits.
All The Litter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bang on a Can All-Stars record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 sitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jacques Brel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Schoolly D,
Derrick Morgan,
Brick,
Television,
Newcleus,
Robert Wyatt,
Rotary Connection,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Loose Ends,
The Real Kids,
Slick Rick,
Eden Ahbez,
Byron Stingily,
Sister Nancy,
The Evens,
Joe Finger,
The Happenings,
Tubeway Army,
Scan 7,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Last Poets,
Pantaleimon,
Sexual Harrassment,
U.S. Maple,
Stetsasonic,
Pussy Galore,
One Last Wish,
Al Stewart,
The Doors,
The J.B.'s,
Gang Green,
Amon Düül II,
Bush Tetras,
Siglo XX,
Talk Talk,
Pet Shop Boys,
Henry Cow,
Robert Görl,
Ponytail,
Duran Duran,
Suicide,
Cal Tjader,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Gang Starr,
Man Eating Sloth,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Rites of Spring,
Alice Coltrane,
Maurizio,
Echospace,
Agent Orange,
Yazoo,
X-102,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Eli Mardock,
The Pretty Things,
Pantytec,
Basic Channel, Basic Channel, Basic Channel, Basic Channel.
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.