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 Kiribati and from Cairo.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Mexico City.
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 guitar 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 Electric Light Orchestra to the crunk 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 Terror Squad Feat. Camron. All the underground hits.
All The Martian tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Desert Stars record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Faraquet record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Association,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Terry Callier,
The Moleskins,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Soul Sonic Force,
8 Eyed Spy,
Lakeside,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
David Bowie,
Tres Demented,
F. McDonald,
Faust,
The Litter,
The Dave Clark Five,
Black Moon,
Minutemen,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Walker Brothers,
Joyce Sims,
Brothers Johnson,
The Electric Prunes,
Robert Wyatt,
Boz Scaggs,
Frankie Knuckles,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Lou Christie,
Stetsasonic,
Goldenarms,
Popol Vuh,
The Wake,
X-102,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Zapp,
Jerry's Kids,
Stiv Bators,
Bush Tetras,
Fad Gadget,
Bob Dylan,
Soft Machine,
The Young Rascals,
Pole,
E-Dancer,
The Gladiators,
Andrew Hill,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Joensuu 1685,
Kenny Larkin,
Aaron Thompson,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Depeche Mode,
Aswad,
Pantytec,
Jeff Lynne,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Kerri Chandler,
Skarface,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Spandau Ballet,
K-Klass,
Big Daddy Kane,
Livin' Joy,
The Seeds, The Seeds, The Seeds, The Seeds.
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.