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 Croatia and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 Glasgow and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 spring reverb 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 Grandmaster Flash to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Bobby Womack. All the underground hits.
All cv313 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lower 48 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Todd Rundgren record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eyeless In Gaza,
John Holt,
David McCallum,
Masters at Work,
The Monks,
Siglo XX,
The Flesh Eaters,
Moby Grape,
Ossler,
Robert Wyatt,
Yazoo,
Deepchord,
Black Bananas,
Sixth Finger,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Max Romeo,
Laurel Aitken,
Guru Guru,
Agent Orange,
The Litter,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Cameo,
Arab on Radar,
Delon & Dalcan,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Gladiators,
The Last Poets,
Oblivians,
EPMD,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Brass Construction,
Johnny Clarke,
The Five Americans,
David Axelrod,
The Wake,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Vainqueur,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Roxy Music,
cv313,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Depeche Mode,
Faust,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Fad Gadget,
Desert Stars,
Neu!,
Sun Ra,
Bizarre Inc.,
Index,
Chrome,
The Kinks,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Tears for Fears,
Yaz,
Mr. Review,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Dorothy Ashby,
L. Decosne,
The Velvet Underground,
Traffic Nightmare,
R.M.O.,
Harmonia, Harmonia, Harmonia, Harmonia.
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.