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 Monaco and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 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 Amon Düül II to the punk 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 Susan Cadogan. All the underground hits.
All Nils Olav tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kaleidoscope record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Reed & Metallica record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sällskapet,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Q65,
Aswad,
Crime,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Junior Murvin,
Funky Four + One,
AZ,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
the Soft Cell,
Mission of Burma,
Max Romeo,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Mojo Men,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Buzzcocks,
The Leaves,
Sparks,
Crooked Eye,
Dead Boys,
John Coltrane,
The Wake,
Model 500,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Graham Central Station,
One Last Wish,
Jerry's Kids,
Section 25,
Josef K,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Crispy Ambulance,
Pere Ubu,
Black Moon,
Crispian St. Peters,
Monks,
Kevin Saunderson,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Lalo Schifrin,
Masters at Work,
Gang Gang Dance,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Bobby Womack,
Grey Daturas,
Steve Hackett,
Pet Shop Boys,
Yusef Lateef,
Nick Fraelich,
Glenn Branca,
The United States of America,
Ossler,
Anthony Braxton,
Johnny Osbourne,
Vladislav Delay,
Main Source,
The Star Department,
Qualms,
Anakelly,
Letta Mbulu,
The Dead C, The Dead C, The Dead C, The Dead C.
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.