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 Morocco and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Strawberry Alarm Clock to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Neil Young. All the underground hits.
All Crime tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cameo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Vainqueur record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sly & The Family Stone,
Tim Buckley,
Ronnie Foster,
Aloha Tigers,
Camouflage,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Sällskapet,
Dead Boys,
Leonard Cohen,
Q65,
The Fall,
Juan Atkins,
Amon Düül II,
The Leaves,
Sixth Finger,
The Happenings,
The Gladiators,
Organ,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Hashim,
Shuggie Otis,
Cymande,
Hoover,
Audionom,
L. Decosne,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Toni Rubio,
Spandau Ballet,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Real Kids,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Duran Duran,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Maurizio,
Glambeats Corp.,
Thompson Twins,
Hasil Adkins,
Joey Negro,
The Divine Comedy,
Panda Bear,
The Cramps,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Jimmy McGriff,
Skriet,
Echospace,
Grauzone,
Liliput,
Joe Finger,
Tears for Fears,
Icehouse,
The Cure,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Scrapy,
Schoolly D,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Residents,
MDC,
Warren Ellis,
James White and The Blacks, James White and The Blacks, James White and The Blacks, James White and The Blacks.
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.