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 South Africa and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 linndrum 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 Roger Hodgson to the rap 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 Eve St. Jones. All the underground hits.
All Simply Red tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Guru Guru record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scan 7 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Heaven 17,
Newcleus,
David Bowie,
Au Pairs,
Judy Mowatt,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Funky Four + One,
John Cale,
Michelle Simonal,
The United States of America,
Theoretical Girls,
John Lydon,
Cheater Slicks,
Public Enemy,
Bush Tetras,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Motions,
Pierre Henry,
Terrestrial Tones,
Piero Umiliani,
Black Sheep,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Rapeman,
Soul II Soul,
Reagan Youth,
Kevin Saunderson,
Cameo,
Loose Ends,
Stetsasonic,
Glenn Branca,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Roxette,
Joy Division,
Sight & Sound,
Sandy B,
Shoche,
Deepchord,
Ossler,
The Angels of Light,
Rakim,
The Sound,
Minutemen,
Graham Central Station,
Moebius,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Blancmange,
Wally Richardson,
Panda Bear,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Godley & Creme,
Erykah Badu,
the Swans,
Reuben Wilson,
Brass Construction,
The Shadows of Knight,
Swans,
Monolake,
Suburban Knight,
Roy Ayers,
Saccharine Trust,
Kerri Chandler,
Faraquet, Faraquet, Faraquet, Faraquet.
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.