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 Malawi and from Woodstock.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Jakarta.
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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Barrington Levy to the rap 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 Lee Hazlewood. All the underground hits.
All The Raincoats tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DJ Sneak record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Japan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nas,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Simply Red,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Cymande,
Roger Hodgson,
Slave,
Boz Scaggs,
The Divine Comedy,
The Last Poets,
Kerri Chandler,
The Velvet Underground,
Roy Ayers,
Aloha Tigers,
These Immortal Souls,
Rotary Connection,
Panda Bear,
Warsaw,
The Stooges,
The Invisible,
Eddi Front,
Young Marble Giants,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Pulsallama,
Colin Newman,
Bizarre Inc.,
Eden Ahbez,
Pharoah Sanders,
Niagra,
Todd Rundgren,
Blancmange,
Nirvana,
Pagans,
Guru Guru,
T. Rex,
Eurythmics,
Saccharine Trust,
Gerry Rafferty,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Faust,
Eric Dolphy,
Mo-Dettes,
Prince Buster,
World's Most,
Desert Stars,
Connie Case,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Brass Construction,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Wake,
Alphaville,
Stereo Dub,
Pussy Galore,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
David McCallum,
Fatback Band,
Urselle,
La Düsseldorf,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Glambeats Corp.,
Gichy Dan, Gichy Dan, Gichy Dan, Gichy Dan.
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.