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 East Timor and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 mellotron 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 Amazonics to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Electric Light Orchestra. All the underground hits.
All The Pretty Things tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bizarre Inc. record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 an arpeggiator and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kerri Chandler record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Archie Shepp,
The J.B.'s,
Khruangbin,
Camouflage,
cv313,
The Dead C,
Underground Resistance,
Harmonia,
Danielle Patucci,
Eli Mardock,
Excepter,
Davy DMX,
The Walker Brothers,
Wally Richardson,
June of 44,
Jesper Dahlback,
Magma,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Josef K,
The Fire Engines,
The Blackbyrds,
New Age Steppers,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Roy Ayers,
Anthony Braxton,
The Moleskins,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Doobie Brothers,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Popol Vuh,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The American Breed,
Newcleus,
Average White Band,
Drive Like Jehu,
Sandy B,
Marmalade,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Max Romeo,
Skaos,
Dennis Brown,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Amon Düül,
R.M.O.,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Electric Prunes,
June Days,
Bush Tetras,
Shoche,
Moss Icon,
The Trojans,
Tears for Fears,
Severed Heads,
Agitation Free,
The Stooges,
Television Personalities,
Kool Moe Dee,
Animal Collective,
The Doors,
Tomorrow, Tomorrow, Tomorrow, Tomorrow.
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.