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 Guyana and from Glasgow.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Stockholm Monsters to the rap 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 Steve Hackett. All the underground hits.
All Danielle Patucci tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Skarface 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 theremin and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eden Ahbez record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Simply Red,
Godley & Creme,
Severed Heads,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Associates,
H. Thieme,
R.M.O.,
Roxette,
Au Pairs,
Parry Music,
The Trojans,
Mission of Burma,
Wasted Youth,
Brass Construction,
Jeff Lynne,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Maleditus Sound,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Andrew Hill,
The Skatalites,
Robert Görl,
Johnny Osbourne,
Lou Christie,
Junior Murvin,
Moebius,
Gabor Szabo,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Lalo Schifrin,
Soul Sonic Force,
Gregory Isaacs,
Metal Thangz,
Ultra Naté,
The Standells,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Index,
David Axelrod,
Derrick May,
Boredoms,
Echospace,
Joey Negro,
Funky Four + One,
Curtis Mayfield,
Scientists,
Camberwell Now,
The Zeros,
Model 500,
Saccharine Trust,
Pere Ubu,
The Gories,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Misunderstood,
Black Flag,
Yaz,
Negative Approach,
Don Cherry,
The Seeds,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Panda Bear,
Cybotron,
David Bowie, David Bowie, David Bowie, David Bowie.
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.