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 Thailand and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 chamberlin 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 Underground Resistance to the punk 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 The Chocolate Watch Band. All the underground hits.
All Avey Tare tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Leonard Cohen record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 güiro and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Drive Like Jehu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hashim,
L. Decosne,
R.M.O.,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Camberwell Now,
Gang Green,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Adolescents,
Kayak,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Ornette Coleman,
The Evens,
Excepter,
Simply Red,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Scott Walker,
Blancmange,
JFA,
Jacob Miller,
New Order,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Offenders,
Black Moon,
Rekid,
the Swans,
Danielle Patucci,
Robert Görl,
Index,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Fall,
Todd Rundgren,
Underground Resistance,
Gastr Del Sol,
H. Thieme,
Masters at Work,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Roy Ayers,
Technova,
The Detroit Cobras,
Negative Approach,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
T. Rex,
Cal Tjader,
Crooked Eye,
Lalann,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Kurtis Blow,
The Red Krayola,
Liliput,
Essential Logic,
Radio Birdman,
Gerry Rafferty,
Wally Richardson,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Oblivians,
Panda Bear,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Supertramp,
Guru Guru, Guru Guru, Guru Guru, Guru Guru.
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.