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 Bolivia and from Winnipeg.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 The Barracudas to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Joensuu 1685. All the underground hits.
All Roy Ayers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tim Buckley 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a harpsichord 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 guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
R.M.O.,
The Sound,
Motorama,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Sister Nancy,
DNA,
Chris Corsano,
The Knickerbockers,
Boz Scaggs,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Toni Rubio,
The Last Poets,
The Associates,
Terry Callier,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Buzzcocks,
Frankie Knuckles,
Gabor Szabo,
cv313,
Camouflage,
Aaron Thompson,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Standells,
Wally Richardson,
Skaos,
Rosa Yemen,
Ultra Naté,
The Smoke,
David Bowie,
Joy Division,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Lebanon Hanover,
New Age Steppers,
The Black Dice,
Ossler,
The Move,
Joyce Sims,
Lightning Bolt,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
FM Einheit,
Sandy B,
The Vogues,
The Monochrome Set,
Trumans Water,
Grey Daturas,
The Gories,
Sight & Sound,
Infiniti,
a-ha,
Barbara Tucker,
Marcia Griffiths,
Mad Mike,
Pulsallama,
Junior Murvin,
the Human League,
Peter & Gordon,
Grauzone,
Roger Hodgson,
The Cowsills,
Robert Hood,
The Fugs,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Electric Prunes, The Electric Prunes, The Electric Prunes, The Electric Prunes.
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.