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 Salvador.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Glasgow.
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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 David Axelrod to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 John Cale. All the underground hits.
All Black Pus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nils Olav 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a 808 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 snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ossler,
Stiv Bators,
The Zeros,
Max Romeo,
Pole,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Eric Dolphy,
Cal Tjader,
The Fuzztones,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Das Ding,
Steve Hackett,
The Slits,
Harry Pussy,
Lungfish,
The Durutti Column,
June of 44,
FM Einheit,
Moss Icon,
The Neon Judgement,
Depeche Mode,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Marc Almond,
Sonny Sharrock,
Lebanon Hanover,
the Association,
The Litter,
Minnie Riperton,
Infiniti,
MC5,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Animal Collective,
R.M.O.,
Siglo XX,
Anthony Braxton,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Barracudas,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Victims,
the Sonics,
The Flesh Eaters,
Quadrant,
Silicon Teens,
Barbara Tucker,
The Pop Group,
The Cure,
Camouflage,
Eve St. Jones,
The Seeds,
Scan 7,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
the Human League,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Fugazi,
Shoche,
The Electric Prunes,
Hot Snakes,
Public Enemy,
Angry Samoans,
H. Thieme, H. Thieme, H. Thieme, H. Thieme.
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.