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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from Shanghai.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 David Bowie 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 X-102 to the jazz 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 Jeff Lynne. All the underground hits.
All Grey Daturas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fugazi record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jandek,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
X-Ray Spex,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Cal Tjader,
The Fire Engines,
Zapp,
The Monks,
Jimmy McGriff,
Judy Mowatt,
The Slackers,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Alton Ellis,
Gerry Rafferty,
Deakin,
Joy Division,
Gichy Dan,
Pet Shop Boys,
Sonic Youth,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Mr. Review,
Eli Mardock,
Icehouse,
Skarface,
Arab on Radar,
Electric Prunes,
The Knickerbockers,
Kenny Larkin,
Das Ding,
Deepchord,
Freddie Wadling,
Aaron Thompson,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Bill Near,
Sonny Sharrock,
Black Flag,
Bizarre Inc.,
Andrew Hill,
Harry Pussy,
Moby Grape,
Darondo,
Metal Thangz,
Hashim,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Faraquet,
Soul Sonic Force,
Sexual Harrassment,
Brothers Johnson,
Main Source,
Bill Wells,
Alphaville,
Grey Daturas,
The Mummies,
Suicide,
Rekid,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Wake,
Boz Scaggs,
The Toasters,
John Holt,
The Raincoats,
Rites of Spring,
Pharoah Sanders,
Kaleidoscope, Kaleidoscope, Kaleidoscope, Kaleidoscope.
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.