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 Japan and from Bremen.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1971 at the first Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Avey Tare to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Suburban Knight. All the underground hits.
All Grandmaster Flash tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Motions 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Boz Scaggs,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Buzzcocks,
The New Christs,
Scott Walker,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Mojo Men,
Scratch Acid,
Al Stewart,
Harpers Bizarre,
Anthony Braxton,
Absolute Body Control,
Warsaw,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Fire Engines,
Mad Mike,
Rod Modell,
Fad Gadget,
the Fania All-Stars,
Japan,
Reuben Wilson,
Sonny Sharrock,
Minny Pops,
The Litter,
Urselle,
Amon Düül,
Cluster,
Moss Icon,
The Evens,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Gong,
The Monks,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Wire,
New Order,
Masters at Work,
Big Daddy Kane,
Deepchord,
The Dead C,
The Vogues,
The Victims,
Carl Craig,
Crispy Ambulance,
Eurythmics,
Donald Byrd,
These Immortal Souls,
Brass Construction,
Harry Pussy,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Metal Thangz,
Television Personalities,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Red Krayola,
The Beau Brummels,
Man Eating Sloth,
Guru Guru,
Unwound,
Pierre Henry,
The Gories,
Suburban Knight,
Country Teasers,
Bill Near,
It's A Beautiful Day, It's A Beautiful Day, It's A Beautiful Day, It's A Beautiful Day.
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.