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 Marshall Islands and from Mexico City.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the organ 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 Rod Modell to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Bobby Womack. All the underground hits.
All Teenage Jesus and the Jerks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hashim record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Half Japanese record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mr. Review,
Organ,
Drive Like Jehu,
Unwound,
Rekid,
Mad Mike,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Index,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Trumans Water,
The Martian,
John Lydon,
Pantytec,
Bill Near,
Tim Buckley,
Masters at Work,
Banda Bassotti,
Ponytail,
Chris Corsano,
David Bowie,
Magma,
Model 500,
Royal Trux,
Thee Headcoats,
Talk Talk,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Eddi Front,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Kenny Larkin,
Vladislav Delay,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Dead Boys,
Procol Harum,
Au Pairs,
Tres Demented,
Tropical Tobacco,
Leonard Cohen,
kango's stein massive,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
the Sonics,
Mission of Burma,
Matthew Bourne,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
DNA,
Reagan Youth,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Glenn Branca,
Carl Craig,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Moby Grape,
Make Up,
The Fortunes,
Soul Sonic Force,
8 Eyed Spy,
Maleditus Sound,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra, Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra, Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra, Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra.
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.