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 Tunisia and from Paris.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
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 Amon Düül to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 ABC. All the underground hits.
All Alice Coltrane 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 crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Angels of Light record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yazoo,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Swell Maps,
Subhumans,
The Mummies,
Anakelly,
The Neon Judgement,
John Foxx,
Sandy B,
Brick,
Boredoms,
This Heat,
Das Ding,
Thee Headcoats,
Icehouse,
Jeff Lynne,
Curtis Mayfield,
Q65,
Guru Guru,
the Sonics,
The Moleskins,
Oneida,
Altered Images,
The Tremeloes,
Jacques Brel,
Delon & Dalcan,
Joyce Sims,
David Axelrod,
The Last Poets,
Parry Music,
Jacob Miller,
a-ha,
Brothers Johnson,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Sound,
Deakin,
The Star Department,
Sixth Finger,
The Misunderstood,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Kinks,
James White and The Blacks,
Pere Ubu,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Animal Collective,
Can,
Surgeon,
Maleditus Sound,
Joensuu 1685,
Neil Young,
Pantaleimon,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Eric Dolphy,
Livin' Joy,
Lee Hazlewood,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Rod Modell,
Ultra Naté,
Pantytec, Pantytec, Pantytec, Pantytec.
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.