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 Latvia and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 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 Idris Muhammad to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Radiopuhelimet. All the underground hits.
All The Gories tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Red Krayola record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Flamin' Groovies record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Seeds,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Cameo,
Henry Cow,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Goldenarms,
Gang Starr,
Nas,
Tim Buckley,
Gichy Dan,
Moss Icon,
Pole,
Pylon,
Leonard Cohen,
Minnie Riperton,
Matthew Halsall,
Yellowson,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Oblivians,
The Cowsills,
Faust,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Jimmy McGriff,
Freddie Wadling,
Clear Light,
The Music Machine,
Barclay James Harvest,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Red Krayola,
Schoolly D,
The Happenings,
Harpers Bizarre,
Chris Corsano,
Parry Music,
The Black Dice,
Roxette,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Mighty Diamonds,
June Days,
The Residents,
Danielle Patucci,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Neon Judgement,
Pulsallama,
Joyce Sims,
Essential Logic,
Anthony Braxton,
Technova,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Mars,
Surgeon,
Wally Richardson,
Piero Umiliani,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Mission of Burma,
Jandek,
Drive Like Jehu,
Terry Callier,
Underground Resistance,
The Blues Magoos,
Soul Sonic Force, Soul Sonic Force, Soul Sonic Force, Soul Sonic Force.
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.