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 Malaysia and from Philadelphia.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Lou Reed to the rock 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 Neil Young & Crazy Horse. All the underground hits.
All Technova tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ajijia Myrayebe record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lalo Schifrin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Real Kids,
Moby Grape,
Eden Ahbez,
Boogie Down Productions,
Amon Düül II,
Minutemen,
The Seeds,
Althea and Donna,
The Searchers,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Electric Prunes,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Fluxion,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Slits,
Tropical Tobacco,
Sight & Sound,
Gichy Dan,
Silicon Teens,
New Order,
Neil Young,
Rotary Connection,
Amon Düül,
Alton Ellis,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Jeff Lynne,
Black Pus,
Cecil Taylor,
Magma,
Royal Trux,
Scrapy,
Peter & Gordon,
Ice-T,
The Skatalites,
Alison Limerick,
Brick,
The Grass Roots,
Echospace,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Kerri Chandler,
Scion,
Man Eating Sloth,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Jesper Dahlback,
Quando Quango,
Cal Tjader,
Urselle,
Unrelated Segments,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Saints,
Howard Jones,
The Shadows of Knight,
Robert Hood,
Massinfluence,
Faust,
Sonic Youth,
The Gun Club,
Eric B and Rakim,
K-Klass,
David Axelrod, David Axelrod, David Axelrod, David Axelrod.
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.