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 Mozambique and from Lille.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 Lou Reed 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 Ohio Players to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Pussy Galore. All the underground hits.
All Lyres tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Desert Stars record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Patti Smith 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?
The Move,
K-Klass,
Blake Baxter,
June Days,
R.M.O.,
Alton Ellis,
Wally Richardson,
David Axelrod,
X-102,
Big Daddy Kane,
Lindisfarne,
Tres Demented,
Gang Green,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Rotary Connection,
Ultimate Spinach,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
E-Dancer,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
New York Dolls,
Vainqueur,
Eric Copeland,
The Blackbyrds,
Tropical Tobacco,
Delta 5,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Associates,
Magma,
Nico,
Leonard Cohen,
Surgeon,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Lee Hazlewood,
Lou Reed,
Donald Byrd,
Clear Light,
Crispy Ambulance,
Arthur Verocai,
Rhythm & Sound,
Terry Callier,
B.T. Express,
Saccharine Trust,
The Durutti Column,
Absolute Body Control,
A Flock of Seagulls,
UT,
Junior Murvin,
Little Man,
Freddie Wadling,
Mad Mike,
The Trojans,
Henry Cow,
Chris Corsano,
Danielle Patucci,
Eden Ahbez,
Unwound,
Joy Division,
Cal Tjader,
X-101,
Ornette Coleman,
Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra.
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.