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 Tajikistan and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 David Bowie 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 Gerry Rafferty to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Marshall Jefferson. All the underground hits.
All Absolute Body Control tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Oblivians 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Association record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Darondo,
Rites of Spring,
Letta Mbulu,
Laurel Aitken,
The Dave Clark Five,
Man Parrish,
Urselle,
Masters at Work,
Jandek,
Crooked Eye,
The Count Five,
Pere Ubu,
the Germs,
Sonic Youth,
F. McDonald,
Arab on Radar,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Crime,
Gerry Rafferty,
Marine Girls,
Japan,
Infiniti,
Glambeats Corp.,
Ice-T,
Siglo XX,
Lou Christie,
Funky Four + One,
the Fania All-Stars,
Donald Byrd,
Mary Jane Girls,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Wire,
John Holt,
Gang Starr,
Joensuu 1685,
Suicide,
Reagan Youth,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Peter & Gordon,
The Walker Brothers,
Sugar Minott,
These Immortal Souls,
Chris Corsano,
Sarah Menescal,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Shoche,
Davy DMX,
Ludus,
Steve Hackett,
Ultravox,
The Saints,
Morten Harket,
Bronski Beat,
Faust,
K-Klass,
Quadrant,
The Black Dice,
Pantaleimon,
The Angels of Light,
In Retrospect,
Barrington Levy,
Khruangbin,
Fugazi, Fugazi, Fugazi, Fugazi.
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.