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 Indonesia and from Edmonton.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 güiro 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 Dennis Brown to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Bootsy's Rubber Band. All the underground hits.
All Chris Corsano tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aural Exciters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 an organ and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Oppenheimer Analysis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Grauzone,
Intrusion,
The Blackbyrds,
Index,
The Martian,
Technova,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Associates,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Gap Band,
Lyres,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Q65,
The Walker Brothers,
Radiohead,
The Barracudas,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Infiniti,
T.S.O.L.,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Tremeloes,
Marine Girls,
Henry Cow,
Tears for Fears,
Rapeman,
Don Cherry,
DNA,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Harmonia,
Pere Ubu,
Sonny Sharrock,
New Age Steppers,
The Young Rascals,
Average White Band,
Anakelly,
Soul II Soul,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Dave Clark Five,
X-101,
The Human League,
F. McDonald,
Davy DMX,
CMW,
The Shadows of Knight,
Surgeon,
Hoover,
The Alarm Clocks,
Cal Tjader,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Gun Club,
Minor Threat,
Vladislav Delay,
The Durutti Column,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Deepchord,
Stereo Dub,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Fad Gadget,
Pagans, Pagans, Pagans, Pagans.
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.