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 Tunisia and from Lagos.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Mumbai.
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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the organ 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 Faraquet 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 Outsiders. All the underground hits.
All ABBA tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every FM Einheit record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rod Modell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Amon Düül,
The Misunderstood,
Ultimate Spinach,
Black Sheep,
Reuben Wilson,
Black Pus,
These Immortal Souls,
Jandek,
New Age Steppers,
Con Funk Shun,
Ponytail,
Monks,
10cc,
DNA,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Kevin Saunderson,
Stiv Bators,
Scion,
Neil Young,
Curtis Mayfield,
Babytalk,
Chrome,
Andrew Hill,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Bang On A Can,
Chris Corsano,
Technova,
Nation of Ulysses,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Soft Cell,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Zapp,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
EPMD,
Mr. Review,
The Monks,
Bill Wells,
Suicide,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Erasure,
The Birthday Party,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Marc Almond,
Organ,
Steve Hackett,
Bluetip,
Donny Hathaway,
Alphaville,
Public Enemy,
T.S.O.L.,
Marvin Gaye,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Easy Going,
Porter Ricks,
Ultravox,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Delta 5,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Bobby Hutcherson, Bobby Hutcherson, Bobby Hutcherson, Bobby Hutcherson.
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.