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 Iraq and from Manchester.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 Joe Finger to the rock 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 Boz Scaggs. All the underground hits.
All Parry Music tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Connie Case record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sun Ra Arkestra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crash Course in Science,
Arab on Radar,
Kayak,
Infiniti,
Moby Grape,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Lucky Dragons,
Das Ding,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
the Swans,
New York Dolls,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
DJ Style,
Eddi Front,
Toni Rubio,
The Index,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Saccharine Trust,
Joey Negro,
Monks,
Joe Smooth,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Peter and Kerry,
Livin' Joy,
the Sonics,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Detroit Cobras,
Fela Kuti,
Sam Rivers,
Boredoms,
Bill Wells,
Tubeway Army,
Rites of Spring,
Stiv Bators,
Dual Sessions,
The Black Dice,
Davy DMX,
Newcleus,
Wally Richardson,
Youth Brigade,
Mandrill,
Flipper,
Masters at Work,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Hashim,
Siglo XX,
Marshall Jefferson,
Pussy Galore,
Mad Mike,
The Vogues,
Lebanon Hanover,
Ultimate Spinach,
Nas,
Lalo Schifrin,
Jeff Mills,
The Grass Roots,
Pulsallama,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
In Retrospect,
These Immortal Souls,
Letta Mbulu,
Albert Ayler,
X-102, X-102, X-102, X-102.
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.