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 Israel and from Manchester.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 R.M.O. to the funk 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 Terry Callier. All the underground hits.
All Jacob Miller tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Flag 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jacques Brel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Sugar Minott,
Eli Mardock,
PIL,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Delta 5,
Jesper Dahlback,
Avey Tare,
Letta Mbulu,
The Buckinghams,
Iggy Pop,
Jerry's Kids,
Surgeon,
Thompson Twins,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Shoche,
Sight & Sound,
Alice Coltrane,
Rites of Spring,
Kaleidoscope,
F. McDonald,
Lou Christie,
MC5,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Janne Schatter,
Lou Reed,
The Blues Magoos,
Gichy Dan,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Banda Bassotti,
Unwound,
Inner City,
Nation of Ulysses,
Lyres,
Sex Pistols,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Supertramp,
Jacob Miller,
Wasted Youth,
The Real Kids,
Public Image Ltd.,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Stiv Bators,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Dirtbombs,
Black Pus,
Grauzone,
The Dead C,
Depeche Mode,
The Residents,
Metal Thangz,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Funky Four + One,
UT,
Silicon Teens,
The Cramps,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
LL Cool J,
Sonny Sharrock,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Gang of Four,
Anthony Braxton, Anthony Braxton, Anthony Braxton, Anthony Braxton.
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.