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 Brazil and from London.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 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 Lou Reed & John Cale to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog. All the underground hits.
All Cymande tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crash Course in Science record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 linndrum and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Banda Bassotti record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
New Age Steppers,
Mission of Burma,
A Certain Ratio,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Gregory Isaacs,
Yusef Lateef,
Von Mondo,
Livin' Joy,
Nico,
Popol Vuh,
DNA,
Davy DMX,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Amon Düül II,
Rosa Yemen,
Peter and Kerry,
Scion,
Anthony Braxton,
John Cale,
Bluetip,
Bang On A Can,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Flipper,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Skatalites,
Sällskapet,
Thompson Twins,
Nation of Ulysses,
Andrew Hill,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Tomorrow,
The Raincoats,
Lower 48,
Nas,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
X-102,
Metal Thangz,
Con Funk Shun,
The Red Krayola,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Associates,
The Cramps,
Bob Dylan,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Kerrie Biddell,
Gil Scott Heron,
Sandy B,
MC5,
Terry Callier,
Bad Manners,
Royal Trux,
The Slits,
AZ,
Television Personalities,
The Count Five,
Country Teasers,
The Index,
the Swans,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Funky Four + One,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282, Thinking Fellers Union Local 282, Thinking Fellers Union Local 282, Thinking Fellers Union Local 282.
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.