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 Mali and from Edmonton.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Taipei.
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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the theremin 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 The Dead C to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Lebanon Hanover. All the underground hits.
All Hardrive tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every K-Klass 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Angels of Light record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Khruangbin,
Black Flag,
Guru Guru,
Frankie Knuckles,
Nico,
Anthony Braxton,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Kevin Saunderson,
Todd Rundgren,
Groovy Waters,
Prince Buster,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Dark Day,
Lee Hazlewood,
Blancmange,
Ultra Naté,
The Divine Comedy,
Deakin,
Crooked Eye,
The Moody Blues,
Terry Callier,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Skarface,
Peter & Gordon,
Minny Pops,
Liliput,
Visage,
Kool Moe Dee,
Au Pairs,
Gang Gang Dance,
Niagra,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Ken Boothe,
Fear,
Whodini,
Ohio Players,
Aswad,
The Martian,
Michelle Simonal,
The Happenings,
Hot Snakes,
One Last Wish,
Stetsasonic,
Gregory Isaacs,
Blake Baxter,
Funky Four + One,
Gabor Szabo,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Fugs,
Zero Boys,
Alton Ellis,
Procol Harum,
Jandek,
The Modern Lovers,
X-102,
Schoolly D,
Scott Walker,
Ronan,
Roxy Music,
The Neon Judgement,
The Red Krayola,
Lebanon Hanover, Lebanon Hanover, Lebanon Hanover, Lebanon Hanover.
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.