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 Mauritania and from Hong Kong.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 organ 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 Jacob Miller 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 Sugar Minott. All the underground hits.
All Kenny Larkin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Connie Case record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bad Manners,
D'Angelo,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Model 500,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Lalann,
The Fall,
Rod Modell,
Dennis Brown,
The Names,
Accadde A,
The Fire Engines,
Lebanon Hanover,
Soft Cell,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Boz Scaggs,
The J.B.'s,
Joey Negro,
Gang Green,
Alison Limerick,
The Alarm Clocks,
Pussy Galore,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Anthony Braxton,
Sandy B,
Vainqueur,
Rites of Spring,
David McCallum,
Tears for Fears,
Big Daddy Kane,
Yazoo,
Supertramp,
DNA,
Warren Ellis,
Silicon Teens,
The Cowsills,
Susan Cadogan,
Flipper,
The Searchers,
Pagans,
Lucky Dragons,
James White and The Blacks,
Freddie Wadling,
The Monochrome Set,
Tommy Roe,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Dorothy Ashby,
Icehouse,
Leonard Cohen,
Bill Wells,
The Happenings,
The Sound,
Slick Rick,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Oneida,
Godley & Creme,
Delta 5,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Gastr Del Sol,
Hashim, Hashim, Hashim, Hashim.
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.