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 Slovakia and from Portland.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 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 Loose Ends to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Misunderstood. All the underground hits.
All Gong tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Leaves record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 808 and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Residents 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?
One Last Wish,
Minnie Riperton,
Crash Course in Science,
The Names,
Tommy Roe,
Wasted Youth,
the Swans,
Graham Central Station,
Surgeon,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Throbbing Gristle,
Shuggie Otis,
Animal Collective,
Trumans Water,
Mo-Dettes,
Cheater Slicks,
Skriet,
The Dead C,
The Litter,
Royal Trux,
The Knickerbockers,
The Red Krayola,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Kas Product,
Beasts of Bourbon,
World's Most,
Average White Band,
Slick Rick,
Blake Baxter,
Television,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Associates,
The Neon Judgement,
Goldenarms,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Matthew Bourne,
Lungfish,
Pere Ubu,
Sun Ra,
48th St. Collective,
Guru Guru,
Silicon Teens,
The Doobie Brothers,
Gregory Isaacs,
Jacob Miller,
Mr. Review,
Delta 5,
cv313,
Flipper,
Delon & Dalcan,
Heaven 17,
DJ Sneak,
the Slits,
X-101,
Roy Ayers,
The Offenders,
Junior Murvin,
The Fire Engines,
The Gories,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Roger Hodgson,
The Misunderstood, The Misunderstood, The Misunderstood, The Misunderstood.
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.