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 Grenada and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Pantaleimon to the rap 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 the Human League. All the underground hits.
All Roger Hodgson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Seeds 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Panda Bear record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Derrick Morgan,
Crispian St. Peters,
AZ,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Gang Green,
In Retrospect,
the Fania All-Stars,
David Bowie,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Morten Harket,
Gang of Four,
Bang On A Can,
The Trojans,
Jandek,
Sixth Finger,
Main Source,
Bill Wells,
Sällskapet,
Gregory Isaacs,
Moebius,
Monolake,
Average White Band,
The Count Five,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Eric B and Rakim,
Eric Dolphy,
Kenny Larkin,
Malaria!,
Ronan,
Pussy Galore,
Agitation Free,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
F. McDonald,
Scott Walker,
Jeru the Damaja,
Roxette,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Howard Jones,
Yellowson,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Talk Talk,
The United States of America,
Urselle,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Amon Düül,
Flipper,
Smog,
Lebanon Hanover,
Tim Buckley,
Arcadia,
Porter Ricks,
Mantronix,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Judy Mowatt,
Lucky Dragons,
Depeche Mode,
The Gories,
The Blackbyrds,
Eyeless In Gaza,
E-Dancer,
Dead Boys,
This Heat,
The Five Americans,
Skaos, Skaos, Skaos, Skaos.
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.