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 Portugal and from Sao Paulo.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 Tubeway Army to the grime 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 Pierre Henry. All the underground hits.
All Carl Craig tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Derrick Morgan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Shoche record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
AZ,
Tres Demented,
The Moleskins,
Lucky Dragons,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Shuggie Otis,
The Selecter,
Traffic Nightmare,
Suicide,
The Moody Blues,
The Martian,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Khruangbin,
Icehouse,
Soul Sonic Force,
Toni Rubio,
Sight & Sound,
Vainqueur,
Mars,
Wally Richardson,
The Walker Brothers,
Easy Going,
Urselle,
Isaac Hayes,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Depeche Mode,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
X-102,
Make Up,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Dennis Brown,
Q and Not U,
The Doors,
Deakin,
Kas Product,
Lou Christie,
Radiohead,
Main Source,
Oblivians,
Al Stewart,
Cameo,
Gang Green,
Iggy Pop,
Underground Resistance,
Hoover,
Swell Maps,
Sound Behaviour,
Swans,
Half Japanese,
Groovy Waters,
Chris & Cosey,
Junior Murvin,
Pylon,
Public Image Ltd.,
Ultravox,
EPMD,
Negative Approach,
Nick Fraelich,
Arcadia,
The Skatalites,
Boz Scaggs,
Rapeman, Rapeman, Rapeman, Rapeman.
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.