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 Chile and from Hong Kong.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 Lou Reed 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 The Gladiators to the grime 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 Spandau Ballet. All the underground hits.
All T.S.O.L. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lalo Schifrin record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sister Nancy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ken Boothe,
the Sonics,
Qualms,
Steve Hackett,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Eden Ahbez,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Newcleus,
Dual Sessions,
The Pop Group,
Harmonia,
The Misunderstood,
Quando Quango,
Monks,
Mantronix,
The Gladiators,
Ludus,
Agent Orange,
Sexual Harrassment,
a-ha,
The Fortunes,
World's Most,
T.S.O.L.,
The Knickerbockers,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Sugar Minott,
Faraquet,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Pet Shop Boys,
Arthur Verocai,
It's A Beautiful Day,
DJ Style,
Whodini,
Alice Coltrane,
The Standells,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Offenders,
Gang Gang Dance,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Saccharine Trust,
Panda Bear,
10cc,
Marshall Jefferson,
Howard Jones,
Duran Duran,
H. Thieme,
Cymande,
The Gories,
Pierre Henry,
Janne Schatter,
Minor Threat,
Toni Rubio,
Maurizio,
Fatback Band,
Livin' Joy,
The Mummies,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Moss Icon,
Idris Muhammad,
Tubeway Army,
D'Angelo,
Bizarre Inc.,
John Coltrane,
Crime, Crime, Crime, Crime.
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.