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 Ecuador and from Sao Paulo.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 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 Matthew Bourne to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Rod Modell. All the underground hits.
All The Dirtbombs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every David Axelrod record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Archie Shepp record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kenny Larkin,
Zero Boys,
D'Angelo,
The Leaves,
Metal Thangz,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
F. McDonald,
Cheater Slicks,
Ralphi Rosario,
Lindisfarne,
L. Decosne,
Jesper Dahlback,
Desert Stars,
Magazine,
Spandau Ballet,
Crash Course in Science,
Blake Baxter,
Slick Rick,
Franke,
The Selecter,
Juan Atkins,
Pylon,
Ponytail,
The Five Americans,
Alphaville,
James White and The Blacks,
Michelle Simonal,
Interpol,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Crispian St. Peters,
Joey Negro,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Stockholm Monsters,
Con Funk Shun,
Rod Modell,
Jerry's Kids,
Mark Hollis,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Slits,
Rufus Thomas,
Dorothy Ashby,
Kayak,
Radiopuhelimet,
Rekid,
The Searchers,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Mary Jane Girls,
Johnny Clarke,
The Velvet Underground,
Funkadelic,
Flash Fearless,
Easy Going,
Soul Sonic Force,
Sonny Sharrock,
Television Personalities,
Traffic Nightmare,
Barrington Levy,
Agent Orange,
The Black Dice,
Fluxion,
Big Daddy Kane,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Sad Lovers and Giants, Sad Lovers and Giants, Sad Lovers and Giants, Sad Lovers and Giants.
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.