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 Iraq and from Hong Kong.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1971 at the first Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 The Skatalites to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Derrick May. All the underground hits.
All Tim Buckley tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Smog record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marcia Griffiths record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
48th St. Collective,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
X-102,
Ultra Naté,
Sun Ra,
Marc Almond,
Buzzcocks,
EPMD,
The Blues Magoos,
Bootsy Collins,
Reuben Wilson,
Bobby Womack,
Johnny Clarke,
Los Fastidios,
Gichy Dan,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Susan Cadogan,
Arcadia,
Magma,
Black Bananas,
Minnie Riperton,
the Fania All-Stars,
Depeche Mode,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Joe Smooth,
Erykah Badu,
Alison Limerick,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Eurythmics,
The Happenings,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Chris Corsano,
Babytalk,
The Knickerbockers,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Sound,
Pharoah Sanders,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Peter & Gordon,
the Association,
Lightning Bolt,
Au Pairs,
Lower 48,
Aural Exciters,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Rakim,
Wings,
Man Eating Sloth,
Panda Bear,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Andrew Hill,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Scan 7,
T. Rex,
Nils Olav,
The Searchers,
Nik Kershaw,
Bauhaus,
Hoover,
Selector Dub Narcotic, Selector Dub Narcotic, Selector Dub Narcotic, Selector Dub Narcotic.
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.