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 Ireland and from Stockholm.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Eve St. Jones to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Drive Like Jehu. All the underground hits.
All N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mars record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Siglo XX record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gong,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Young Rascals,
This Heat,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
F. McDonald,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Birthday Party,
The Human League,
The Mojo Men,
Curtis Mayfield,
Slick Rick,
Black Bananas,
Blossom Toes,
The Gun Club,
Wasted Youth,
Theoretical Girls,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Standells,
Half Japanese,
Electric Prunes,
Crispy Ambulance,
Carl Craig,
Deadbeat,
Quantec,
Byron Stingily,
Big Daddy Kane,
Dawn Penn,
Matthew Halsall,
Stiv Bators,
Animal Collective,
The Residents,
Public Image Ltd.,
Los Fastidios,
Janne Schatter,
Ludus,
Magma,
Grauzone,
Suburban Knight,
Erykah Badu,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Sam Rivers,
Black Flag,
Harmonia,
Albert Ayler,
Oneida,
Arcadia,
Youth Brigade,
MC5,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Fad Gadget,
The Kinks,
John Lydon,
Fela Kuti,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Porter Ricks,
Zapp,
Marcia Griffiths,
Bill Near,
Rod Modell,
Section 25,
New Age Steppers, New Age Steppers, New Age Steppers, New Age Steppers.
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.