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 Samoa and from Edmonton.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Spokane.
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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Organ to the rap 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 The Flesh Eaters. All the underground hits.
All Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Country Teasers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Modern Lovers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Bill Near,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Fad Gadget,
Gichy Dan,
Scratch Acid,
U.S. Maple,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Motions,
Tim Buckley,
Sandy B,
Echospace,
The Zeros,
Amon Düül II,
Black Moon,
X-101,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Funky Four + One,
Quando Quango,
Schoolly D,
Underground Resistance,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Gong,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Drexciya,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
David McCallum,
Davy DMX,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Icehouse,
Bang On A Can,
Idris Muhammad,
Bizarre Inc.,
Nirvana,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Happenings,
Q65,
Tears for Fears,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Black Dice,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Offenders,
Das Ding,
Sixth Finger,
Thompson Twins,
Todd Rundgren,
Duran Duran,
Pere Ubu,
The Seeds,
Mars,
Nas,
Buzzcocks,
Silicon Teens,
The Fall,
Clear Light,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Howard Jones,
Public Enemy,
The Gap Band,
The Evens,
Heavy D & The Boyz, Heavy D & The Boyz, Heavy D & The Boyz, Heavy D & The Boyz.
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.