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 Micronesia and from Beijing.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Roy Ayers to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Electric Prunes. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Byrd tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Moody Blues 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yusef Lateef record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bill Wells,
Lightning Bolt,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Lyres,
the Fania All-Stars,
Dual Sessions,
Deadbeat,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Soul Sonic Force,
Negative Approach,
The Offenders,
Agitation Free,
Quantec,
Magazine,
Mo-Dettes,
Throbbing Gristle,
Jesper Dahlback,
F. McDonald,
Oneida,
The Fugs,
Piero Umiliani,
Silicon Teens,
Spoonie Gee,
The Cramps,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
MC5,
the Germs,
The Martian,
Black Pus,
Visage,
Spandau Ballet,
Scan 7,
The Smiths,
Kenny Larkin,
Mad Mike,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Brass Construction,
Maleditus Sound,
Kevin Saunderson,
Joe Finger,
Donald Byrd,
China Crisis,
Mission of Burma,
Inner City,
John Lydon,
Gang of Four,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Banda Bassotti,
John Cale,
Section 25,
Morten Harket,
Blancmange,
Absolute Body Control,
Jacob Miller,
Rotary Connection,
The J.B.'s,
Gregory Isaacs,
L. Decosne,
Can,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Stooges,
Lalann,
Eve St. Jones,
The Residents, The Residents, The Residents, The Residents.
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.