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 Mauritania and from Tehran.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 Ash Ra Tempel to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Jerry Gold Smith. All the underground hits.
All Average White Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eurythmics 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Y Pants record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alison Limerick,
the Swans,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Eric Dolphy,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Lucky Dragons,
Guru Guru,
R.M.O.,
Rapeman,
The Knickerbockers,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
La Düsseldorf,
This Heat,
T. Rex,
The Invisible,
Lou Christie,
Agitation Free,
Robert Hood,
Ludus,
Grey Daturas,
Steve Hackett,
The Trojans,
The Young Rascals,
John Cale,
The Star Department,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Derrick May,
Scientists,
Wasted Youth,
Franke,
Cameo,
The Barracudas,
Wolf Eyes,
Sun City Girls,
Fad Gadget,
Magma,
Soft Cell,
Pantytec,
The Gladiators,
Minny Pops,
Bluetip,
Boz Scaggs,
The Leaves,
Marine Girls,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Harry Pussy,
Rosa Yemen,
Vainqueur,
Neu!,
Dawn Penn,
Flash Fearless,
Sixth Finger,
Althea and Donna,
MDC,
The Offenders,
Avey Tare,
Drexciya,
The Smoke,
Lonnie Liston Smith, Lonnie Liston Smith, Lonnie Liston Smith, Lonnie Liston Smith.
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.