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 Haiti and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 Lou Reed 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 Supertramp to the jazz 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 Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon. All the underground hits.
All The Standells tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Liliput record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 808 and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jesper Dahlback record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
David Axelrod,
Hot Snakes,
The Knickerbockers,
Avey Tare,
Chris Corsano,
Boz Scaggs,
Joe Smooth,
John Holt,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Doobie Brothers,
Pantaleimon,
Lungfish,
Audionom,
Toni Rubio,
Chris & Cosey,
Bush Tetras,
The Five Americans,
the Bar-Kays,
Severed Heads,
Mary Jane Girls,
Popol Vuh,
Electric Prunes,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Barry Ungar,
Procol Harum,
Black Moon,
Royal Trux,
Ultimate Spinach,
Neil Young,
Spoonie Gee,
Guru Guru,
Subhumans,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Moss Icon,
Gerry Rafferty,
Archie Shepp,
Gang Green,
Judy Mowatt,
The Barracudas,
Unwound,
Lalo Schifrin,
Funky Four + One,
Pet Shop Boys,
Roy Ayers,
Scratch Acid,
Agitation Free,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Music Machine,
Marine Girls,
Gregory Isaacs,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Heaven 17,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
the Normal,
Cluster,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Skaos,
Faraquet,
Andrew Hill,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Pylon,
Joensuu 1685,
Sandy B, Sandy B, Sandy B, Sandy B.
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.