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 Australia and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 sitar 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 Barbara Tucker to the disco 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 Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme. All the underground hits.
All Bad Manners tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Zeros record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a rhodes 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 rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Holt,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
June of 44,
Maurizio,
The Wake,
Rhythm & Sound,
Leonard Cohen,
Heaven 17,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Five Americans,
Chrome,
Average White Band,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Leaves,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
L. Decosne,
Das Ding,
Bobby Byrd,
Drive Like Jehu,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Electric Prunes,
The Gap Band,
T.S.O.L.,
Cameo,
Bobby Sherman,
The Beau Brummels,
Qualms,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Blancmange,
ABBA,
Camberwell Now,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Josef K,
Soft Cell,
The Associates,
Ohio Players,
Blossom Toes,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Gories,
Andrew Hill,
The Invisible,
Make Up,
Grandmaster Flash,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Don Cherry,
Ultra Naté,
Hashim,
Radiohead,
Jeff Lynne,
Supertramp,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Panda Bear,
The Knickerbockers,
the Bar-Kays,
Roger Hodgson,
Lebanon Hanover,
Grey Daturas,
Toni Rubio,
E-Dancer,
Pharoah Sanders,
Deakin,
Siglo XX,
The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy.
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.