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 Montenegro and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 rhodes 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 Procol Harum to the grime 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 The Mighty Diamonds. All the underground hits.
All Reagan Youth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rod Modell record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mary Jane Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Piero Umiliani,
The Doobie Brothers,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Anthony Braxton,
CMW,
Lalo Schifrin,
The American Breed,
The Remains,
Rufus Thomas,
Nik Kershaw,
Nas,
Vainqueur,
Rod Modell,
Shoche,
Roger Hodgson,
Organ,
Steve Hackett,
Avey Tare,
The Moody Blues,
Monolake,
Ornette Coleman,
Dark Day,
Cal Tjader,
Gong,
Kas Product,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Unrelated Segments,
Electric Prunes,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Max Romeo,
Junior Murvin,
Joe Finger,
Circle Jerks,
MDC,
Wire,
The Stooges,
The Seeds,
The Slackers,
Sound Behaviour,
Crispian St. Peters,
Fear,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Can,
Hot Snakes,
Gang Starr,
John Lydon,
Crispy Ambulance,
Matthew Bourne,
Gichy Dan,
Rekid,
Roxette,
The Evens,
Unwound,
Gastr Del Sol,
Japan,
The Star Department,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Excepter,
Godley & Creme,
Procol Harum,
Anakelly,
Roxy Music,
Con Funk Shun, Con Funk Shun, Con Funk Shun, Con Funk Shun.
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.