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 Maldives and from Accra.
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 Lyon and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Lightning Bolt to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Sällskapet. All the underground hits.
All Rotary Connection tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cecil Taylor record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Zapp,
Yazoo,
The Standells,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Parry Music,
Maurizio,
Minnie Riperton,
Suicide,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Bootsy Collins,
Pierre Henry,
Fluxion,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Gang Starr,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Ponytail,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Index,
The Young Rascals,
Scott Walker,
Eden Ahbez,
The Dirtbombs,
Brass Construction,
Hasil Adkins,
The Associates,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Sixth Finger,
Soul Sonic Force,
CMW,
E-Dancer,
Unwound,
Stockholm Monsters,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Rapeman,
Das Ding,
cv313,
The Move,
Johnny Osbourne,
Toni Rubio,
Young Marble Giants,
Jerry's Kids,
Girls At Our Best!,
Buzzcocks,
Anthony Braxton,
ABBA,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Kinks,
Swans,
Tom Boy,
Carl Craig,
Los Fastidios,
The Evens,
Chrome,
The Alarm Clocks,
Bluetip,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Black Flag,
kango's stein massive,
Ronan,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Walker Brothers, The Walker Brothers, The Walker Brothers, The Walker Brothers.
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.