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 Guyana and from Paris.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the guitar 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 Marmalade to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 The Doors. All the underground hits.
All Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 a theremin and a mellotron 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 theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Standells,
Pet Shop Boys,
8 Eyed Spy,
Idris Muhammad,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
These Immortal Souls,
Ralphi Rosario,
Bobby Womack,
Little Man,
Lower 48,
The Count Five,
The Grass Roots,
Black Moon,
Sällskapet,
Jerry's Kids,
Rapeman,
Thee Headcoats,
The Litter,
The Offenders,
Glambeats Corp.,
Kayak,
Donald Byrd,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Stereo Dub,
The Buckinghams,
The Residents,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Soft Cell,
Josef K,
Cymande,
Aaron Thompson,
Fear,
Easy Going,
The Fire Engines,
Sonny Sharrock,
Flamin' Groovies,
Sexual Harrassment,
Fluxion,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Todd Rundgren,
Mandrill,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
AZ,
Pylon,
the Normal,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Reuben Wilson,
Neu!,
Delon & Dalcan,
Kool Moe Dee,
Maleditus Sound,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Sarah Menescal,
Minny Pops,
Half Japanese,
Crispian St. Peters,
L. Decosne,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Velvet Underground,
Lakeside,
Funkadelic,
The Doors, The Doors, The Doors, The Doors.
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.