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 Namibia and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Philadelphia.
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 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the oboe 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 Minnie Riperton to the rock 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 The Monks. All the underground hits.
All the Germs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Country Teasers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 rhodes and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cal Tjader record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lalo Schifrin,
Gichy Dan,
Kool Moe Dee,
X-101,
The Fall,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Fire Engines,
Sound Behaviour,
The Monochrome Set,
Crooked Eye,
Underground Resistance,
KRS-One,
Morten Harket,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Offenders,
Steve Hackett,
Arthur Verocai,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Vogues,
Icehouse,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
LL Cool J,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Saccharine Trust,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Eurythmics,
Thee Headcoats,
Rosa Yemen,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Brand Nubian,
Neu!,
John Holt,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Index,
Brothers Johnson,
MC5,
Dual Sessions,
Tommy Roe,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Ludus,
Silicon Teens,
Tim Buckley,
Scan 7,
Massinfluence,
Supertramp,
Tears for Fears,
T. Rex,
Sam Rivers,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Eddi Front,
The Slackers,
Henry Cow,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Sonics,
Soul Sonic Force,
Yellowson,
Jimmy McGriff,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Dead Boys,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Dave Clark Five, The Dave Clark Five, The Dave Clark Five, The Dave Clark Five.
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.