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 United Kingdom and from Tehran.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 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 Kayak to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Symarip. All the underground hits.
All Deadbeat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gil Scott Heron record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Jimmy McGriff,
Simply Red,
Pierre Henry,
the Soft Cell,
KRS-One,
John Foxx,
The Motions,
Accadde A,
Soul II Soul,
The Evens,
Aswad,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Vogues,
Thee Headcoats,
H. Thieme,
Yellowson,
Cheater Slicks,
Index,
Mars,
New Age Steppers,
the Normal,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Graham Central Station,
The Wake,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Crooked Eye,
One Last Wish,
The Leaves,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Moody Blues,
Danielle Patucci,
The Fugs,
The Doobie Brothers,
Das Ding,
Gang of Four,
48th St. Collective,
Pantaleimon,
Cecil Taylor,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Bluetip,
June Days,
Metal Thangz,
Wolf Eyes,
Maurizio,
Agitation Free,
Josef K,
Maleditus Sound,
Fatback Band,
Alice Coltrane,
Roxy Music,
Soft Cell,
Jawbox,
Lower 48,
Swell Maps,
Pagans,
Jacques Brel,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Eric Dolphy, Eric Dolphy, Eric Dolphy, Eric Dolphy.
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.