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 Lithuania and from Lyon.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 snare 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 Donny Hathaway to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Smoke. All the underground hits.
All Minnie Riperton tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Duran Duran 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Sheep record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Peter & Gordon,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Spoonie Gee,
Terrestrial Tones,
Sound Behaviour,
Marc Almond,
Lou Reed,
Peter and Kerry,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Cybotron,
Unwound,
Alton Ellis,
48th St. Collective,
Iggy Pop,
Sugar Minott,
Scan 7,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Moody Blues,
The Grass Roots,
The Moleskins,
Brand Nubian,
Man Eating Sloth,
Ituana,
Sonny Sharrock,
Public Image Ltd.,
Monks,
Tim Buckley,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Gregory Isaacs,
Yaz,
The Knickerbockers,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Soulsonic Force,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Stetsasonic,
Ponytail,
The Durutti Column,
Severed Heads,
Tropical Tobacco,
Bob Dylan,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
K-Klass,
Lebanon Hanover,
Fifty Foot Hose,
John Holt,
Black Pus,
The Index,
The Five Americans,
Ronan,
The Evens,
Delon & Dalcan,
Johnny Osbourne,
Lou Christie,
Basic Channel,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Bauhaus,
The Cure,
the Swans,
Wings,
Don Cherry,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam, Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam, Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam, Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam.
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.