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 Chad and from Lyon.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Tom Boy to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Pagans. All the underground hits.
All Frankie Knuckles tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Susan Cadogan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Moody Blues record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Barracudas,
Terry Callier,
Eden Ahbez,
Peter & Gordon,
Anthony Braxton,
Supertramp,
Juan Atkins,
Jesper Dahlback,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Brothers Johnson,
The Victims,
The Walker Brothers,
Porter Ricks,
Howard Jones,
Rakim,
Nick Fraelich,
Ken Boothe,
John Holt,
The Gun Club,
Junior Murvin,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Slackers,
Shuggie Otis,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Divine Comedy,
The Detroit Cobras,
Au Pairs,
Soul Sonic Force,
Barbara Tucker,
The Five Americans,
The Cramps,
The Young Rascals,
Unrelated Segments,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Colin Newman,
Eddi Front,
The Misunderstood,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Gang of Four,
Mo-Dettes,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Busters,
Piero Umiliani,
Crime,
Idris Muhammad,
Donny Hathaway,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Bill Near,
Inner City,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Mission of Burma,
Jimmy McGriff,
Wire,
Moby Grape,
the Germs,
Bob Dylan,
Electric Prunes,
The Modern Lovers, The Modern Lovers, The Modern Lovers, The Modern Lovers.
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.