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 Iran and from Columbus.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Sonic Youth to the rock 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 Sonic Youth. All the underground hits.
All The Alarm Clocks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ronnie Foster record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a David McCallum record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cameo,
Electric Prunes,
Eden Ahbez,
The Techniques,
Television Personalities,
Maleditus Sound,
Au Pairs,
Peter & Gordon,
Mission of Burma,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Brick,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Black Sheep,
Ultimate Spinach,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Mars,
E-Dancer,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Bill Wells,
Joey Negro,
Little Man,
Audionom,
The Blackbyrds,
H. Thieme,
Peter and Kerry,
48th St. Collective,
The Index,
The Happenings,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Grauzone,
Bootsy Collins,
Amon Düül,
Harpers Bizarre,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Human League,
Tropical Tobacco,
Sonic Youth,
The Smoke,
Nils Olav,
Agent Orange,
Alphaville,
John Holt,
UT,
Maurizio,
Ronnie Foster,
David Bowie,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Roger Hodgson,
Schoolly D,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
New Age Steppers,
Skarface,
Urselle,
Johnny Clarke,
Wasted Youth,
Khruangbin,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Rosa Yemen,
Deepchord,
Andrew Hill,
Young Marble Giants, Young Marble Giants, Young Marble Giants, Young Marble Giants.
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.