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 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Nils Olav to the jazz 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 Robert Hood. All the underground hits.
All Ten City tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Blues Magoos record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a D'Angelo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rufus Thomas,
Crispy Ambulance,
Youth Brigade,
Black Pus,
Japan,
The Skatalites,
Black Sheep,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Associates,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Human League,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Detroit Cobras,
Harmonia,
Lee Hazlewood,
Organ,
Royal Trux,
Pulsallama,
Colin Newman,
Dual Sessions,
Agitation Free,
Ronnie Foster,
Bang On A Can,
The Barracudas,
Sandy B,
Nick Fraelich,
Stockholm Monsters,
Al Stewart,
Thee Headcoats,
Lower 48,
Flipper,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Graham Central Station,
Deepchord,
Q65,
Sugar Minott,
Dave Gahan,
Trumans Water,
Prince Buster,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
X-Ray Spex,
Cameo,
Patti Smith,
Sparks,
The Mojo Men,
Easy Going,
Parry Music,
Boz Scaggs,
China Crisis,
Siglo XX,
Kaleidoscope,
Warsaw,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Happenings,
The Cosmic Jokers,
8 Eyed Spy,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Nas,
Vainqueur,
D'Angelo,
Warren Ellis, Warren Ellis, Warren Ellis, Warren Ellis.
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.