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 Madagascar and from Madrid.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 Michael McDonald 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 Lebanon Hanover to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Gary Puckett & The Union Gap. All the underground hits.
All Thee Headcoats tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Iggy Pop record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 a mellotron and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ultimate Spinach record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tears for Fears,
Marcia Griffiths,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Livin' Joy,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Toasters,
Lalann,
Todd Terry,
Dead Boys,
The Associates,
New Order,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Cosmic Jokers,
John Coltrane,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Bob Dylan,
Cecil Taylor,
The Motions,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Saccharine Trust,
Theoretical Girls,
Delon & Dalcan,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Section 25,
Newcleus,
Japan,
Eric Dolphy,
Letta Mbulu,
Black Sheep,
Pantaleimon,
Thompson Twins,
Ralphi Rosario,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Danielle Patucci,
Mr. Review,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Unwound,
Schoolly D,
Unrelated Segments,
the Germs,
Sonny Sharrock,
Rotary Connection,
Grandmaster Flash,
Ultravox,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Ludus,
Duran Duran,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Young Rascals,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Joensuu 1685,
Shuggie Otis,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Fat Boys,
Anakelly,
Lou Reed,
K-Klass,
Siglo XX,
Shoche, Shoche, Shoche, Shoche.
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.