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 New Zealand and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 Scott Walker + Sunn O))) to the electroclash 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 Sun Ra Arkestra. All the underground hits.
All Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Sonics record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 a snare and a guitar 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 linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Harry Pussy,
cv313,
Leonard Cohen,
Spoonie Gee,
the Association,
Harmonia,
Jacques Brel,
Bootsy Collins,
Jawbox,
The Angels of Light,
E-Dancer,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Frankie Knuckles,
Rhythm & Sound,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Funkadelic,
Wire,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Livin' Joy,
Alphaville,
June Days,
Mission of Burma,
The Smiths,
Moby Grape,
Eli Mardock,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Jeff Lynne,
Boogie Down Productions,
Pussy Galore,
Slave,
Mandrill,
Brothers Johnson,
Ultravox,
Deadbeat,
Deakin,
Ornette Coleman,
Los Fastidios,
The Five Americans,
The Stooges,
Connie Case,
The Mojo Men,
ABC,
The Trojans,
The Busters,
The Dead C,
Loose Ends,
Banda Bassotti,
Lebanon Hanover,
Joyce Sims,
Depeche Mode,
The Motions,
Carl Craig,
Mars,
Panda Bear,
New Order,
In Retrospect,
Matthew Halsall,
Jerry's Kids,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Fugs,
the Soft Cell,
Maurizio,
Yazoo, Yazoo, Yazoo, Yazoo.
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.