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 Ghana and from Cairo.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 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 Jeru the Damaja to the rap 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 Neil Young. All the underground hits.
All Louis and Bebe Barron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Searchers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cowsills record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yazoo,
The Litter,
One Last Wish,
Scientists,
Roy Ayers,
Black Pus,
Gil Scott Heron,
Terry Callier,
Bobby Sherman,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Ultra Naté,
Black Sheep,
Mr. Review,
Ten City,
Henry Cow,
Sarah Menescal,
Negative Approach,
Minutemen,
Warsaw,
Angry Samoans,
kango's stein massive,
The Mojo Men,
Royal Trux,
Quando Quango,
The Real Kids,
the Fania All-Stars,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Ken Boothe,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Gang of Four,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Aural Exciters,
Sex Pistols,
Heaven 17,
Fugazi,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Zeros,
The Moody Blues,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Janne Schatter,
Patti Smith,
Faust,
Lakeside,
Mandrill,
The Invisible,
The Wake,
Neil Young,
Scratch Acid,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
X-101,
Erykah Badu,
Average White Band,
Boogie Down Productions,
Jeff Lynne,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Con Funk Shun,
Rhythm & Sound,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Brothers Johnson,
Organ,
Massinfluence, Massinfluence, Massinfluence, Massinfluence.
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.