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 Uganda and from Portland.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 Lou Reed 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 Nik Kershaw to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Marvin Gaye. All the underground hits.
All Alton Ellis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Livin' Joy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 linndrum and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Infiniti record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Slits,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Mr. Review,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Avey Tare,
Todd Rundgren,
MC5,
Faraquet,
Michelle Simonal,
Quadrant,
The Seeds,
The Invisible,
The Knickerbockers,
The Fortunes,
Moss Icon,
The Saints,
Faust,
The Pop Group,
Archie Shepp,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Pretty Things,
Ralphi Rosario,
Brothers Johnson,
KRS-One,
Gang Gang Dance,
June Days,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Flesh Eaters,
the Normal,
Groovy Waters,
Lightning Bolt,
Zapp,
The Count Five,
Subhumans,
Average White Band,
Little Man,
Tim Buckley,
Blancmange,
Country Teasers,
Harry Pussy,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Gap Band,
Youth Brigade,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Kinks,
Jacob Miller,
Black Flag,
Bobby Sherman,
Aswad,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Minny Pops,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Cecil Taylor,
Spoonie Gee,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Jimmy McGriff,
Lebanon Hanover,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Toasters,
Severed Heads,
Agitation Free, Agitation Free, Agitation Free, Agitation Free.
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.