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 Albania 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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 oboe 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 Deakin to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Gang Gang Dance. All the underground hits.
All Pharoah Sanders tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Porter Ricks 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roger Hodgson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dennis Brown,
Jerry's Kids,
A Certain Ratio,
Girls At Our Best!,
Panda Bear,
Bluetip,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Peter & Gordon,
Minnie Riperton,
The Grass Roots,
Terrestrial Tones,
Ash Ra Tempel,
John Holt,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Mummies,
Sister Nancy,
Groovy Waters,
Maleditus Sound,
Inner City,
Essential Logic,
The Young Rascals,
Yellowson,
Gregory Isaacs,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Derrick Morgan,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Y Pants,
Suicide,
Eric Dolphy,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Prince Buster,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Eve St. Jones,
Alton Ellis,
The Alarm Clocks,
John Foxx,
Harry Pussy,
X-101,
Sound Behaviour,
La Düsseldorf,
Crime,
Terry Callier,
B.T. Express,
The Sonics,
Shoche,
Roxy Music,
The Martian,
Junior Murvin,
Crooked Eye,
the Soft Cell,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Joe Smooth,
Trumans Water,
Sparks,
The Gun Club,
John Coltrane,
Public Enemy, Public Enemy, Public Enemy, Public Enemy.
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.