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 India and from Sao Paulo.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 Lou Reed 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 Susan Cadogan to the crunk 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 The Buckinghams. All the underground hits.
All Monks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nation of Ulysses 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Doobie Brothers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crash Course in Science,
Lindisfarne,
The Blackbyrds,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Eric Copeland,
The Beau Brummels,
Kas Product,
Warsaw,
The Last Poets,
Zapp,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Whodini,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Mad Mike,
48th St. Collective,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Junior Murvin,
Nirvana,
Jandek,
Rufus Thomas,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
the Swans,
The Searchers,
Surgeon,
Sparks,
The Monks,
Black Flag,
The Victims,
The Fall,
Inner City,
Terry Callier,
Donald Byrd,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
DJ Style,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Jimmy McGriff,
Aswad,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Black Bananas,
The Gladiators,
David McCallum,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Kaleidoscope,
Man Parrish,
Bang On A Can,
Sixth Finger,
The Pretty Things,
Roxette,
Fear,
Marine Girls,
Rites of Spring,
Sam Rivers,
Jacques Brel,
The Neon Judgement,
La Düsseldorf,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Wolf Eyes,
Joyce Sims,
R.M.O.,
Porter Ricks,
Throbbing Gristle,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Brass Construction, Brass Construction, Brass Construction, Brass Construction.
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.