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 Ecuador and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Man Eating Sloth to the techno 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 Todd Terry. All the underground hits.
All The Zeros tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Schoolly D 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a 808 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 guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joe Finger,
Silicon Teens,
Kenny Larkin,
Ornette Coleman,
B.T. Express,
Bill Near,
Trumans Water,
Ludus,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Matthew Halsall,
Rakim,
Cheater Slicks,
Con Funk Shun,
Boredoms,
The Walker Brothers,
Adolescents,
Whodini,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Stereo Dub,
The Vogues,
The Alarm Clocks,
Man Parrish,
The Stooges,
Sarah Menescal,
Eddi Front,
Warsaw,
Maurizio,
Anakelly,
Gerry Rafferty,
Reuben Wilson,
Ultimate Spinach,
Gastr Del Sol,
Deadbeat,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Camouflage,
Skriet,
Magazine,
Barbara Tucker,
The Cramps,
Quadrant,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Barracudas,
Brothers Johnson,
Funkadelic,
Alison Limerick,
Bang On A Can,
Radiohead,
Donald Byrd,
Pagans,
The Fortunes,
Malaria!,
The Velvet Underground,
Marcia Griffiths,
Pantaleimon,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Birthday Party,
Flipper,
Gabor Szabo,
Black Moon, Black Moon, Black Moon, Black Moon.
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.