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 Mongolia and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Winnipeg.
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 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 Captain Beefheart 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 John Coltrane to the rap 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 Flamin' Groovies. All the underground hits.
All Stetsasonic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Vainqueur 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 snare and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joe Smooth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
48th St. Collective,
The Walker Brothers,
Gang of Four,
Heaven 17,
The Monochrome Set,
Scrapy,
T. Rex,
Nico,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Intrusion,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Cybotron,
Jerry's Kids,
The Litter,
Bronski Beat,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Neil Young,
the Germs,
Mission of Burma,
The Fuzztones,
Eve St. Jones,
Suburban Knight,
Saccharine Trust,
Pharoah Sanders,
Bill Wells,
Joe Smooth,
Bobby Byrd,
Grey Daturas,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Saints,
Alison Limerick,
The Stooges,
The Techniques,
Panda Bear,
Lou Reed,
Camouflage,
Al Stewart,
Negative Approach,
Japan,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Alarm Clocks,
Bush Tetras,
The Doors,
Au Pairs,
John Cale,
Gong,
Kerri Chandler,
Jawbox,
Lyres,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Minutemen,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Lightning Bolt,
Bad Manners,
The Fire Engines,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
F. McDonald,
Organ,
Excepter, Excepter, Excepter, Excepter.
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.