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 Tajikistan and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 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 Loose Ends to the dance 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 Rhythim Is Rhythim. All the underground hits.
All Jimmy McGriff tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Television record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 mellotron and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Strawberry Alarm Clock record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Red Krayola,
Hot Snakes,
Alison Limerick,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Charles Mingus,
Gabor Szabo,
Isaac Hayes,
the Slits,
Q and Not U,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Blake Baxter,
Sarah Menescal,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Roger Hodgson,
Sister Nancy,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Shuggie Otis,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The J.B.'s,
Quantec,
Spoonie Gee,
Amon Düül,
Lindisfarne,
The Motions,
The Martian,
The Smoke,
Frankie Knuckles,
Black Flag,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
B.T. Express,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Maurizio,
The Monks,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Lee Hazlewood,
Terry Callier,
Ken Boothe,
John Holt,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Main Source,
Tubeway Army,
John Foxx,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Mission of Burma,
KRS-One,
Section 25,
Black Pus,
Joe Smooth,
Lightning Bolt,
The Golliwogs,
Deadbeat,
Au Pairs,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Jeru the Damaja,
Bill Near,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Lou Reed,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Surgeon,
Barbara Tucker, Barbara Tucker, Barbara Tucker, Barbara Tucker.
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.