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 Korea South and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
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 Monolake to the rock 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 Tim Buckley. All the underground hits.
All Tom Boy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Reagan Youth 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Sonics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Slackers,
Andrew Hill,
David Bowie,
Sällskapet,
The American Breed,
Roxy Music,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Marc Almond,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Skarface,
Blake Baxter,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Electric Prunes,
Pharoah Sanders,
Minor Threat,
Eurythmics,
Y Pants,
Pantaleimon,
The Gun Club,
Technova,
The Saints,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Skatalites,
David Axelrod,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Flipper,
Fugazi,
Maurizio,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Suburban Knight,
The Last Poets,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Faust,
Al Stewart,
John Coltrane,
Pierre Henry,
DNA,
Sun City Girls,
Donny Hathaway,
The Velvet Underground,
Electric Prunes,
Sandy B,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Magazine,
Essential Logic,
Don Cherry,
Erykah Badu,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Robert Wyatt,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Ralphi Rosario,
Delta 5,
The Angels of Light,
Mo-Dettes,
Make Up,
Alison Limerick,
Funky Four + One,
Graham Central Station,
Louis and Bebe Barron, Louis and Bebe Barron, Louis and Bebe Barron, Louis and Bebe Barron.
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.