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 Laos and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 Bologna and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Masters at Work to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Buckinghams. All the underground hits.
All Sixth Finger tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Soft Cell record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 güiro and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bootsy Collins,
Kevin Saunderson,
Nirvana,
The Human League,
Robert Görl,
The United States of America,
Delta 5,
June Days,
Arcadia,
Soul Sonic Force,
Harpers Bizarre,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Shadows of Knight,
Massinfluence,
Swell Maps,
the Swans,
Kurtis Blow,
Crooked Eye,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Fall,
Fela Kuti,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Roxette,
Country Teasers,
L. Decosne,
Simply Red,
the Sonics,
X-Ray Spex,
Charles Mingus,
The Sonics,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Count Five,
Livin' Joy,
Scrapy,
Amazonics,
Leonard Cohen,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Nation of Ulysses,
New Age Steppers,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Warsaw,
KRS-One,
Tommy Roe,
Porter Ricks,
Vladislav Delay,
The Last Poets,
John Lydon,
Aloha Tigers,
Michelle Simonal,
The Zeros,
Smog,
Main Source,
Roger Hodgson,
Susan Cadogan,
Alton Ellis,
Bluetip,
Eden Ahbez,
Intrusion,
Jacob Miller,
Mission of Burma,
Al Stewart,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Gabor Szabo, Gabor Szabo, Gabor Szabo, Gabor Szabo.
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.