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 Malaysia and from Philadelphia.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 rhodes 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 Gastr Del Sol to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 The Blackbyrds. All the underground hits.
All Bobbi Humphrey tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Average White Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sonny Sharrock record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jerry's Kids,
the Association,
Lou Christie,
Negative Approach,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Walker Brothers,
The Dead C,
The Offenders,
Unrelated Segments,
Slick Rick,
Guru Guru,
Saccharine Trust,
the Fania All-Stars,
Bobby Womack,
Quadrant,
June Days,
Monolake,
Altered Images,
ABC,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Tears for Fears,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Pierre Henry,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Audionom,
Ultravox,
Marine Girls,
The Happenings,
Barbara Tucker,
The Slackers,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Busters,
Colin Newman,
H. Thieme,
JFA,
In Retrospect,
The Sonics,
Smog,
Chrome,
The Standells,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Raincoats,
Jacob Miller,
B.T. Express,
The Knickerbockers,
Pharoah Sanders,
Brick,
New York Dolls,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Pretty Things,
The Count Five,
The Buckinghams,
Thee Headcoats,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Black Pus,
Erasure,
ABBA,
The Real Kids,
Gabor Szabo,
Jeff Lynne,
Yazoo,
Henry Cow, Henry Cow, Henry Cow, Henry Cow.
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.