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 Tonga and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
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 Pulsallama to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Avey Tare. All the underground hits.
All Deepchord tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jesper Dahlbäck 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jacques Brel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Happenings,
Kayak,
The Searchers,
Todd Rundgren,
Wasted Youth,
Crime,
The Doors,
Blake Baxter,
Archie Shepp,
New Age Steppers,
Bush Tetras,
Simply Red,
Throbbing Gristle,
DNA,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Basic Channel,
Wally Richardson,
Gang of Four,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Hasil Adkins,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Soft Machine,
Khruangbin,
Pulsallama,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Al Stewart,
Television Personalities,
David Axelrod,
the Human League,
Stereo Dub,
The Cramps,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Young Marble Giants,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Sight & Sound,
Bobby Sherman,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Darondo,
June Days,
Toni Rubio,
the Germs,
The Angels of Light,
Trumans Water,
Tres Demented,
Oneida,
Dennis Brown,
Amon Düül II,
Scott Walker,
Massinfluence,
Glenn Branca,
Bobbi Humphrey,
48th St. Collective,
Sandy B,
Boogie Down Productions,
Skriet,
UT,
Camouflage,
Lyres,
Gastr Del Sol,
Bob Dylan,
Drive Like Jehu,
Deadbeat, Deadbeat, Deadbeat, Deadbeat.
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.