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 Cuba and from Jakarta.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 harpsichord 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 Thee Headcoats to the disco 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 This Heat. All the underground hits.
All Grey Daturas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Interpol 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Underground Resistance 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?
Quantec,
Marine Girls,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Darondo,
The Last Poets,
Joyce Sims,
Alphaville,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Q and Not U,
The Blues Magoos,
Neu!,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Happenings,
ABBA,
Glambeats Corp.,
X-102,
Funkadelic,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Aural Exciters,
Gang Green,
Piero Umiliani,
Barbara Tucker,
Pet Shop Boys,
8 Eyed Spy,
Grey Daturas,
Skaos,
Groovy Waters,
Model 500,
Roxette,
Sun Ra,
The Grass Roots,
Dual Sessions,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Barracudas,
Urselle,
cv313,
The Alarm Clocks,
Cal Tjader,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Offenders,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Jimmy McGriff,
Con Funk Shun,
The Fall,
Tropical Tobacco,
Eddi Front,
a-ha,
Radiohead,
Sun City Girls,
Tres Demented,
Matthew Halsall,
Hoover,
Outsiders,
Boogie Down Productions,
Johnny Osbourne,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Los Fastidios,
Arab on Radar,
Crash Course in Science,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Motorama, Motorama, Motorama, Motorama.
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.