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 Guatemala and from New York.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 synthesizer 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 Roy Ayers to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Techniques. All the underground hits.
All Stereo Dub tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soft Cell record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Heaven 17 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Basic Channel,
Nik Kershaw,
The Music Machine,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Cure,
Alton Ellis,
The Detroit Cobras,
Popol Vuh,
Ronnie Foster,
Freddie Wadling,
Hasil Adkins,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Mad Mike,
The Sound,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Tubeway Army,
Quando Quango,
Royal Trux,
Wally Richardson,
Nico,
Boz Scaggs,
The Remains,
Henry Cow,
Icehouse,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Crime,
Bronski Beat,
Von Mondo,
Lee Hazlewood,
Sight & Sound,
Magma,
Zapp,
Gabor Szabo,
Intrusion,
The New Christs,
The Raincoats,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
UT,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Bill Wells,
The Alarm Clocks,
Jesper Dahlback,
Organ,
Radiopuhelimet,
Qualms,
Graham Central Station,
Kaleidoscope,
Stiv Bators,
The Cowsills,
Brand Nubian,
MDC,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Cheater Slicks,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Blackbyrds,
Bobby Womack,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Lalo Schifrin,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Saints,
Das Ding,
Spoonie Gee,
Funkadelic, Funkadelic, Funkadelic, Funkadelic.
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.