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 Germany and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Bobby Byrd to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Black Sheep. All the underground hits.
All the Fania All-Stars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Moody Blues record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Arthur Verocai,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Big Daddy Kane,
Sixth Finger,
ABBA,
Yellowson,
The Modern Lovers,
MC5,
Public Enemy,
The Searchers,
Neu!,
Ultravox,
The Gap Band,
Intrusion,
Moss Icon,
Ken Boothe,
Metal Thangz,
Fatback Band,
Crime,
Warren Ellis,
Tears for Fears,
Supertramp,
Organ,
Mr. Review,
Nico,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Maleditus Sound,
Aaron Thompson,
Scratch Acid,
Hardrive,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Fugazi,
The Gladiators,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Mad Mike,
Surgeon,
Electric Prunes,
The Evens,
The Doors,
David McCallum,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Gregory Isaacs,
Bootsy Collins,
The Music Machine,
Skaos,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Silicon Teens,
Joe Smooth,
CMW,
The Dirtbombs,
the Normal,
Eve St. Jones,
One Last Wish,
Ohio Players,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Godley & Creme,
Agitation Free,
Franke,
Hasil Adkins,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers, De La Soul & Jungle Brothers, De La Soul & Jungle Brothers, De La Soul & Jungle Brothers.
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.