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 Papua New Guinea and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 David Bowie 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 Con Funk Shun to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 The Knickerbockers. All the underground hits.
All Manfred Mann's Earth Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kings Of Tomorrow 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gian Franco Pienzio record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Max Romeo,
Electric Prunes,
Soulsonic Force,
David McCallum,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Average White Band,
Yellowson,
CMW,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Sugar Minott,
Gang Green,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Buckinghams,
Tim Buckley,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Evens,
The Victims,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Junior Murvin,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Angels of Light,
EPMD,
Black Flag,
Laurel Aitken,
The Happenings,
The New Christs,
Index,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Fad Gadget,
David Axelrod,
Idris Muhammad,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Fela Kuti,
Thee Headcoats,
Soul Sonic Force,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
David Bowie,
Anakelly,
Pierre Henry,
Letta Mbulu,
Nik Kershaw,
Blancmange,
Stockholm Monsters,
Arcadia,
Urselle,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Aswad,
Animal Collective,
Yazoo,
Joe Smooth,
Bauhaus,
Wolf Eyes,
Charles Mingus,
Ituana,
Warren Ellis,
Marcia Griffiths,
Scott Walker,
Mark Hollis,
Minutemen,
ABC,
Accadde A,
Von Mondo,
New Order, New Order, New Order, New Order.
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.