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 Russia and from Manila.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Madrid.
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 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 Lee Hazlewood to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Alice Coltrane. All the underground hits.
All Red Lorry Yellow Lorry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Newcleus 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Essential Logic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Walker Brothers,
Michelle Simonal,
Accadde A,
Amon Düül,
Lindisfarne,
Robert Hood,
Scan 7,
Anakelly,
Franke,
Reuben Wilson,
L. Decosne,
The Knickerbockers,
The Music Machine,
Yaz,
Laurel Aitken,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Ituana,
Cymande,
Minnie Riperton,
Dual Sessions,
Quando Quango,
The Searchers,
Soft Machine,
Grandmaster Flash,
Heaven 17,
Hot Snakes,
Eric Copeland,
Lalo Schifrin,
Mandrill,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Marc Almond,
Model 500,
La Düsseldorf,
Judy Mowatt,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
David Bowie,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Marmalade,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Lower 48,
Nils Olav,
Radiohead,
Bob Dylan,
Tres Demented,
The Residents,
EPMD,
Unrelated Segments,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Arcadia,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Charles Mingus,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Steve Hackett,
Essential Logic,
The Young Rascals,
Altered Images,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The United States of America,
Organ, Organ, Organ, Organ.
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.