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 Dominica and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 rhodes 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 Funky Four + One to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Crooked Eye. All the underground hits.
All Blancmange tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Letta Mbulu record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 an organ and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Alphaville record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Amon Düül II,
Dawn Penn,
Newcleus,
Joe Finger,
The Pop Group,
Glambeats Corp.,
Subhumans,
Yusef Lateef,
Wasted Youth,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Happenings,
Eurythmics,
John Holt,
Mantronix,
Brass Construction,
Pantytec,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Cameo,
Loose Ends,
Moss Icon,
The Techniques,
Freddie Wadling,
MDC,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Gories,
The Walker Brothers,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Martian,
Second Layer,
Visage,
Lindisfarne,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Searchers,
The Smoke,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Graham Central Station,
Fat Boys,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Scan 7,
Unrelated Segments,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
June of 44,
Adolescents,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Nick Fraelich,
Flash Fearless,
Peter & Gordon,
The J.B.'s,
The Angels of Light,
Al Stewart,
Sparks,
The Neon Judgement,
The Kinks,
B.T. Express,
Franke,
Sight & Sound,
Ituana,
Don Cherry,
Pulsallama, Pulsallama, Pulsallama, Pulsallama.
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.