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 Peru and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 Albert Ayler to the grime 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 Marvin Gaye. All the underground hits.
All Avey Tare tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stiv Bators 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Shuggie Otis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barry Ungar,
The Tremeloes,
Livin' Joy,
Eurythmics,
Lou Reed,
Lungfish,
Quando Quango,
K-Klass,
Black Flag,
Tommy Roe,
Quadrant,
Dawn Penn,
Eric Copeland,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Deepchord,
The Searchers,
Kas Product,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Slackers,
Bad Manners,
Minor Threat,
Sonic Youth,
Gong,
Yellowson,
Rhythm & Sound,
Gang Starr,
X-101,
John Cale,
LL Cool J,
Radio Birdman,
The Velvet Underground,
The Pop Group,
Girls At Our Best!,
Maleditus Sound,
The Neon Judgement,
Cymande,
Bang On A Can,
Peter & Gordon,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Parry Music,
The Seeds,
Motorama,
Dark Day,
Agitation Free,
Andrew Hill,
Cybotron,
the Association,
The Martian,
Mark Hollis,
Pagans,
Sun Ra,
The Golliwogs,
Thee Headcoats,
Japan,
EPMD,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Tres Demented,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Darondo,
Don Cherry,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren.
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.