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 Zimbabwe and from London.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 The Tremeloes to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Art Ensemble Of Chicago. All the underground hits.
All Unrelated Segments tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gary Puckett & The Union Gap record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sarah Menescal record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Derrick May,
Pole,
MC5,
Soft Machine,
10cc,
DNA,
Blake Baxter,
Slave,
Jerry's Kids,
Stiv Bators,
Lalann,
Quadrant,
Rekid,
New York Dolls,
Pussy Galore,
Piero Umiliani,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Golliwogs,
The Gun Club,
Aloha Tigers,
Chris Corsano,
Lightning Bolt,
Reuben Wilson,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
the Association,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Warsaw,
Fatback Band,
Bobby Womack,
Sonny Sharrock,
Charles Mingus,
The Young Rascals,
Warren Ellis,
MDC,
Zero Boys,
Parry Music,
The Gap Band,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Pharoah Sanders,
Ornette Coleman,
LL Cool J,
Godley & Creme,
DJ Style,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Soul II Soul,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Banda Bassotti,
The Five Americans,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Jeff Lynne,
The Stooges,
The Blues Magoos,
Mr. Review,
Minnie Riperton,
Alton Ellis,
Graham Central Station,
The Velvet Underground,
Steve Hackett,
X-Ray Spex,
The Smiths,
The Seeds, The Seeds, The Seeds, The Seeds.
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.