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 Andorra and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 oboe 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 Theoretical Girls to the disco 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 Stetsasonic. All the underground hits.
All Negative Approach tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gladiators 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Schoolly D record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Swans,
Mantronix,
Frankie Knuckles,
Brothers Johnson,
Urselle,
Aloha Tigers,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Rapeman,
Monks,
Television Personalities,
Eric Dolphy,
Kevin Saunderson,
Avey Tare,
Sunsets and Hearts,
DJ Sneak,
One Last Wish,
Freddie Wadling,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Jandek,
The Knickerbockers,
New Order,
The Music Machine,
Monolake,
Kas Product,
Wasted Youth,
B.T. Express,
Nick Fraelich,
Nico,
Swell Maps,
Grey Daturas,
Kerrie Biddell,
Section 25,
Ludus,
The Gladiators,
Eddi Front,
Minnie Riperton,
The Stooges,
Loose Ends,
The Move,
Suburban Knight,
Marshall Jefferson,
Franke,
The Fugs,
Girls At Our Best!,
Marine Girls,
Radio Birdman,
Oneida,
Gichy Dan,
Rites of Spring,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Last Poets,
Youth Brigade,
John Holt,
Johnny Clarke,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Andrew Hill,
Albert Ayler,
Gregory Isaacs,
Sun City Girls,
Derrick May,
Slave,
Lalann,
Fluxion, Fluxion, Fluxion, Fluxion.
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.