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 Syria and from Hong Kong.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 Intrusion to the rap 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 Pet Shop Boys. All the underground hits.
All X-101 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Michelle Simonal record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lucky Dragons record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Boz Scaggs,
T. Rex,
Isaac Hayes,
The Victims,
Wolf Eyes,
Q and Not U,
Jeru the Damaja,
Masters at Work,
Electric Prunes,
Avey Tare,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
MC5,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Fall,
The Sonics,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Sun City Girls,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Marshall Jefferson,
Scratch Acid,
Big Daddy Kane,
Crime,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Moody Blues,
The Mummies,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Organ,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Alison Limerick,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Blackbyrds,
Todd Rundgren,
Hardrive,
Franke,
Sarah Menescal,
The Fugs,
Ponytail,
Fatback Band,
The Last Poets,
Au Pairs,
T.S.O.L.,
Al Stewart,
The Moleskins,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Steve Hackett,
Graham Central Station,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Kas Product,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Ralphi Rosario,
Sandy B,
Slave,
Hasil Adkins,
Wings,
Glenn Branca,
Davy DMX,
Bad Manners,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
8 Eyed Spy, 8 Eyed Spy, 8 Eyed Spy, 8 Eyed Spy.
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.