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 Bahamas and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Standells to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Kaleidoscope. All the underground hits.
All Sun Ra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Reuben Wilson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 rhodes and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Electric Light Orchestra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Slick Rick,
Glambeats Corp.,
Slave,
Eurythmics,
The J.B.'s,
Tubeway Army,
The Index,
Marvin Gaye,
Rod Modell,
Roxette,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Wasted Youth,
Tom Boy,
Cluster,
Cameo,
Pole,
David Axelrod,
Al Stewart,
Pylon,
Maleditus Sound,
Nils Olav,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Oneida,
Basic Channel,
Shoche,
The Invisible,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Underground Resistance,
Ultra Naté,
MDC,
Godley & Creme,
Quando Quango,
The Sonics,
Theoretical Girls,
Marc Almond,
U.S. Maple,
Fatback Band,
Soft Cell,
JFA,
Saccharine Trust,
The American Breed,
Massinfluence,
Kerrie Biddell,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Outsiders,
Electric Prunes,
Jimmy McGriff,
Bang On A Can,
Wings,
Peter & Gordon,
Patti Smith,
UT,
Skriet,
Bob Dylan,
Amon Düül II,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
One Last Wish,
Trumans Water,
Barrington Levy,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Velvet Underground, The Velvet Underground, The Velvet Underground, The Velvet Underground.
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.