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 Honduras and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Curtis Mayfield to the funk 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 Rakim. All the underground hits.
All Lalann tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every David Bowie 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Model 500 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tears for Fears,
Black Bananas,
Groovy Waters,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Maurizio,
Warren Ellis,
Newcleus,
Todd Rundgren,
Grauzone,
Alton Ellis,
The Victims,
Liliput,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Ituana,
Schoolly D,
Bobby Byrd,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Stereo Dub,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Intrusion,
Neil Young,
The Saints,
Marvin Gaye,
Minor Threat,
Dave Gahan,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Japan,
New York Dolls,
Donald Byrd,
Shuggie Otis,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Gabor Szabo,
Joe Finger,
Scratch Acid,
The Shadows of Knight,
Barrington Levy,
Pantytec,
The Music Machine,
David Bowie,
Gichy Dan,
The Dirtbombs,
Pet Shop Boys,
Isaac Hayes,
The Trojans,
Suburban Knight,
Sam Rivers,
Kas Product,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Fifty Foot Hose,
L. Decosne,
The Pop Group,
Ken Boothe,
Arab on Radar,
Gerry Rafferty,
Gastr Del Sol,
Aaron Thompson,
Organ,
David McCallum,
Kayak,
Lightning Bolt,
Lalann, Lalann, Lalann, Lalann.
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.