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 Iran and from Philadelphia.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 synthesizer 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 Rod Modell to the punk 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 The Beau Brummels. All the underground hits.
All Barclay James Harvest tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fear record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 a guitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Swell Maps record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crime,
Anthony Braxton,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
LL Cool J,
CMW,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Slackers,
Ludus,
Erykah Badu,
The Angels of Light,
Cecil Taylor,
Spoonie Gee,
Rufus Thomas,
Avey Tare,
DJ Style,
Radio Birdman,
Chrome,
Mission of Burma,
Schoolly D,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Dead Boys,
The Remains,
Audionom,
New York Dolls,
Deakin,
Rakim,
Colin Newman,
Crash Course in Science,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Crispy Ambulance,
Andrew Hill,
Oblivians,
The Doors,
Marmalade,
the Association,
Nick Fraelich,
Grauzone,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Bootsy Collins,
Barrington Levy,
Inner City,
Siglo XX,
Suicide,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Model 500,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Hardrive,
The Cowsills,
Rapeman,
Kerri Chandler,
Mantronix,
The Shadows of Knight,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Names,
The American Breed,
Pagans,
Gerry Rafferty,
Jacques Brel,
Mars,
Public Enemy,
a-ha, a-ha, a-ha, a-ha.
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.