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 Sudan and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Lou Christie to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Slave. All the underground hits.
All Motorama tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Vainqueur 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Morten Harket record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Technova,
Nick Fraelich,
Erasure,
ABC,
Soul II Soul,
Max Romeo,
Leonard Cohen,
Brothers Johnson,
Television,
The Cosmic Jokers,
the Soft Cell,
Eden Ahbez,
The Mummies,
Donald Byrd,
Sonny Sharrock,
Sixth Finger,
Wire,
Curtis Mayfield,
Nirvana,
Gang Green,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Eric Copeland,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Happenings,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Smiths,
Quando Quango,
The Alarm Clocks,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The American Breed,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Associates,
Cecil Taylor,
Marshall Jefferson,
Camouflage,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Dave Clark Five,
Blancmange,
Toni Rubio,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Freddie Wadling,
The Buckinghams,
Neil Young,
Kerri Chandler,
The Leaves,
Minnie Riperton,
Eurythmics,
Jesper Dahlback,
Au Pairs,
Steve Hackett,
Black Flag,
Cal Tjader,
Ornette Coleman,
Thompson Twins,
Chris & Cosey,
Rotary Connection,
Alison Limerick,
Popol Vuh,
The Knickerbockers,
The Motions,
Quantec, Quantec, Quantec, Quantec.
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.