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 Mongolia and from Calgary.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Lou Reed & Metallica to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Duran Duran. All the underground hits.
All Marshall Jefferson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gary Puckett & The Union Gap record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Barracudas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Radiohead,
Boogie Down Productions,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Joensuu 1685,
Maurizio,
Anakelly,
Man Eating Sloth,
Bluetip,
The Monks,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
the Association,
48th St. Collective,
The Fire Engines,
Underground Resistance,
Neil Young,
Guru Guru,
Index,
Joey Negro,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
John Holt,
Bob Dylan,
June Days,
the Swans,
Gichy Dan,
Black Flag,
The Buckinghams,
John Cale,
Reagan Youth,
Sandy B,
Ornette Coleman,
The Star Department,
Harpers Bizarre,
ABBA,
David Axelrod,
Al Stewart,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Bauhaus,
Mary Jane Girls,
Idris Muhammad,
The Selecter,
The United States of America,
The Mummies,
The Velvet Underground,
Bobby Womack,
The Doors,
Desert Stars,
Mo-Dettes,
Parry Music,
Slick Rick,
Ralphi Rosario,
Deadbeat,
Pylon,
Chris Corsano,
Pet Shop Boys,
the Bar-Kays,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Sugar Minott,
Funkadelic,
Morten Harket,
Rekid,
Rites of Spring,
Donny Hathaway,
Minnie Riperton,
Goldenarms, Goldenarms, Goldenarms, Goldenarms.
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.