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 Andorra and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Delhi.
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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
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 Rhythm & Sound to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Symarip. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Womack tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Stooges 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pussy Galore 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?
Minor Threat,
Grandmaster Flash,
Country Teasers,
Aswad,
Johnny Osbourne,
Tres Demented,
Aloha Tigers,
Ralphi Rosario,
Circle Jerks,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Ohio Players,
Derrick Morgan,
B.T. Express,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Gap Band,
Drexciya,
ABBA,
Thompson Twins,
Average White Band,
Cal Tjader,
Can,
John Foxx,
Infiniti,
Drive Like Jehu,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Clear Light,
Dead Boys,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Unwound,
Joe Smooth,
Gong,
Gabor Szabo,
Saccharine Trust,
Scratch Acid,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Curtis Mayfield,
Blancmange,
Leonard Cohen,
Liliput,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Divine Comedy,
Reagan Youth,
Funky Four + One,
Faraquet,
Fat Boys,
Rhythm & Sound,
D'Angelo,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Vogues,
Moebius,
Guru Guru,
Yaz,
Albert Ayler,
MC5,
The Young Rascals,
Chrome,
Pole,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Donny Hathaway,
The Grass Roots,
The Raincoats,
The Knickerbockers,
Barry Ungar, Barry Ungar, Barry Ungar, Barry Ungar.
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.