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 Brunei and from Lagos.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Skarface to the disco 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 Sly & The Family Stone. All the underground hits.
All Outsiders tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eve St. Jones record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 rhodes and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Q and Not U record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Con Funk Shun,
Gang Starr,
Accadde A,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Eli Mardock,
The Gories,
48th St. Collective,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Smiths,
Ken Boothe,
Barrington Levy,
Das Ding,
Alton Ellis,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Gladiators,
Cybotron,
Moss Icon,
Donny Hathaway,
Arab on Radar,
Scratch Acid,
EPMD,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Pussy Galore,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Anakelly,
Harmonia,
Robert Görl,
Suicide,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
10cc,
The United States of America,
FM Einheit,
The Fuzztones,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Jerry's Kids,
Black Flag,
Symarip,
Ronan,
Ultimate Spinach,
Rotary Connection,
Y Pants,
Gerry Rafferty,
Whodini,
Cecil Taylor,
Gil Scott Heron,
Aloha Tigers,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Gastr Del Sol,
Jeff Mills,
Excepter,
Desert Stars,
Isaac Hayes,
China Crisis,
Hoover,
Radiohead,
Bill Near,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Matthew Halsall,
The Index,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Qualms, Qualms, Qualms, Qualms.
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.