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 Philippines and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in London.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Amon Düül 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 The Moody Blues. All the underground hits.
All Roy Ayers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every JFA record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nils Olav record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Electric Light Orchestra,
Zapp,
Negative Approach,
Sällskapet,
Hardrive,
The Litter,
Eurythmics,
Ronnie Foster,
Skaos,
The Blackbyrds,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
the Germs,
Harpers Bizarre,
Faraquet,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Agent Orange,
KRS-One,
The Leaves,
Alice Coltrane,
The Grass Roots,
Harmonia,
Japan,
Michelle Simonal,
David McCallum,
Flash Fearless,
Lou Christie,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Funkadelic,
The Star Department,
Pussy Galore,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Soul II Soul,
One Last Wish,
Little Man,
Tommy Roe,
The Alarm Clocks,
Rod Modell,
Howard Jones,
The Raincoats,
Crispy Ambulance,
H. Thieme,
Maleditus Sound,
Delta 5,
Motorama,
Hashim,
Ohio Players,
Don Cherry,
The Young Rascals,
The American Breed,
The Names,
The Smiths,
DJ Style,
Fear,
EPMD,
Ponytail,
Ituana,
Roxy Music,
Young Marble Giants,
Duran Duran,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Terry Callier,
Rapeman,
Gerry Rafferty, Gerry Rafferty, Gerry Rafferty, Gerry Rafferty.
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.