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 Solomon Islands and from Glasgow.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 Flash Fearless to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Schoolly D. All the underground hits.
All Reuben Wilson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Flipper record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a a-ha record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Stooges,
Niagra,
The Pop Group,
Adolescents,
The Evens,
Parry Music,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Eden Ahbez,
Letta Mbulu,
Bootsy Collins,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Deepchord,
The Standells,
Sarah Menescal,
Terrestrial Tones,
Judy Mowatt,
Erykah Badu,
Country Teasers,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Negative Approach,
Joensuu 1685,
Underground Resistance,
Massinfluence,
Iggy Pop,
Tom Boy,
Faust,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Stockholm Monsters,
Cybotron,
Pantytec,
Howard Jones,
Slick Rick,
Peter & Gordon,
Kerrie Biddell,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
In Retrospect,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Black Pus,
Isaac Hayes,
Carl Craig,
Sällskapet,
Skarface,
Fugazi,
Livin' Joy,
Agitation Free,
Vladislav Delay,
the Association,
Pylon,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Dave Clark Five,
Theoretical Girls,
Japan,
The Black Dice,
The Remains,
Jeff Lynne,
Marshall Jefferson,
LL Cool J,
Accadde A,
Thompson Twins,
Amazonics,
Sparks, Sparks, Sparks, Sparks.
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.