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 Papua New Guinea and from Cairo.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Archie Shepp to the grunge 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 Richard Hell and the Voidoids. All the underground hits.
All Yellowson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kayak 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cowsills record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Dark Day,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Minnie Riperton,
Yusef Lateef,
Spoonie Gee,
The American Breed,
Albert Ayler,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Saints,
The Buckinghams,
Interpol,
New Age Steppers,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Flamin' Groovies,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Jawbox,
the Sonics,
Toni Rubio,
Boredoms,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
KRS-One,
UT,
Stockholm Monsters,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Techniques,
Maurizio,
The Residents,
Wings,
Sarah Menescal,
Jacques Brel,
Robert Wyatt,
The Last Poets,
John Holt,
Yazoo,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Lindisfarne,
One Last Wish,
Cybotron,
Talk Talk,
Organ,
Soul II Soul,
Patti Smith,
The Blackbyrds,
Rekid,
Ronnie Foster,
John Lydon,
Ultra Naté,
Flash Fearless,
Tom Boy,
F. McDonald,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Doobie Brothers,
Deepchord,
The Trojans,
MC5,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Kenny Larkin,
Frankie Knuckles,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap.
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.