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 the UAE and from Philadelphia.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Parry Music to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Grandmaster Flash. All the underground hits.
All Shoche tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ice-T record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lebanon Hanover record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Charles Mingus,
The Busters,
Amon Düül II,
the Human League,
Aswad,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Michelle Simonal,
Lou Christie,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Evens,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Guru Guru,
Scratch Acid,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Sällskapet,
The Music Machine,
Urselle,
cv313,
Brass Construction,
Rakim,
Wally Richardson,
Television Personalities,
Deakin,
Isaac Hayes,
The Monochrome Set,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Saints,
Tres Demented,
Dawn Penn,
Lebanon Hanover,
Flamin' Groovies,
Man Eating Sloth,
Pantytec,
Newcleus,
The Beau Brummels,
Sixth Finger,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
T. Rex,
L. Decosne,
The Misunderstood,
Massinfluence,
Derrick Morgan,
Josef K,
H. Thieme,
Khruangbin,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Monks,
Alison Limerick,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Mummies,
Popol Vuh,
Outsiders,
Stetsasonic,
Skriet,
Nils Olav,
Hardrive,
FM Einheit,
Fatback Band,
Terrestrial Tones, Terrestrial Tones, Terrestrial Tones, Terrestrial Tones.
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.