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 Kazakhstan and from Manchester.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Dave Gahan to the punk 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 Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band. All the underground hits.
All Duran Duran tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Moby Grape record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 guitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Standells record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Blossom Toes,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Spoonie Gee,
Banda Bassotti,
Boredoms,
Kenny Larkin,
Kayak,
Accadde A,
Babytalk,
ABBA,
Tommy Roe,
Colin Newman,
The Count Five,
The Dirtbombs,
Warsaw,
Yusef Lateef,
Sarah Menescal,
Ralphi Rosario,
Ponytail,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Steve Hackett,
Albert Ayler,
Scan 7,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Ornette Coleman,
Hot Snakes,
Aloha Tigers,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Sound Behaviour,
Rosa Yemen,
Dennis Brown,
Eric Dolphy,
Alphaville,
Boogie Down Productions,
Bronski Beat,
Siglo XX,
Bauhaus,
Pierre Henry,
The Young Rascals,
Khruangbin,
The Names,
Wire,
Scott Walker,
Barrington Levy,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Intrusion,
Fad Gadget,
The Tremeloes,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
48th St. Collective,
Bizarre Inc.,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Deakin,
Sun City Girls,
Crispy Ambulance,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Ultra Naté,
Dorothy Ashby,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Barry Ungar, Barry Ungar, Barry Ungar, Barry Ungar.
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.