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 Germany and from Mumbai.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 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 Anakelly to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Fire Engines. All the underground hits.
All Amon Düül II tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barclay James Harvest 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Harpers Bizarre record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ten City,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Peter and Kerry,
Saccharine Trust,
Babytalk,
Mad Mike,
Joe Finger,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Accadde A,
Johnny Osbourne,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Half Japanese,
Liliput,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Pierre Henry,
Bang On A Can,
Silicon Teens,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Organ,
Q and Not U,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Judy Mowatt,
Tubeway Army,
Circle Jerks,
Nirvana,
Duran Duran,
Monolake,
Glambeats Corp.,
Inner City,
Roxette,
The Doors,
Sound Behaviour,
Scratch Acid,
The Blackbyrds,
Crooked Eye,
Agent Orange,
Suburban Knight,
Lindisfarne,
Symarip,
Faust,
Bauhaus,
John Coltrane,
Donald Byrd,
The Moody Blues,
Black Flag,
Glenn Branca,
Dawn Penn,
The Neon Judgement,
Quando Quango,
Lee Hazlewood,
Neil Young,
Blake Baxter,
X-102,
Sixth Finger,
David Bowie,
The Knickerbockers,
Pantaleimon,
Jawbox,
Yaz,
Lucky Dragons,
Scrapy,
The Pop Group,
Pantytec,
Danielle Patucci, Danielle Patucci, Danielle Patucci, Danielle Patucci.
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.