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 Liechtenstein and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Amon Düül to the electroclash 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 Mark Hollis. All the underground hits.
All The Standells tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Divine Comedy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 a spring reverb and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Maurizio,
Grey Daturas,
Echospace,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Lou Christie,
Althea and Donna,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Letta Mbulu,
Cybotron,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Boz Scaggs,
Jacob Miller,
Sam Rivers,
The Cowsills,
Derrick Morgan,
H. Thieme,
Pierre Henry,
Grauzone,
The Angels of Light,
Amon Düül,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Reuben Wilson,
Bobby Womack,
a-ha,
Mary Jane Girls,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
OOIOO,
Albert Ayler,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Chrome,
The Saints,
Accadde A,
Duran Duran,
Visage,
The Smiths,
New York Dolls,
Q65,
Brick,
The Toasters,
Erykah Badu,
Traffic Nightmare,
Harry Pussy,
Scott Walker,
Flipper,
Gastr Del Sol,
Supertramp,
The Cramps,
Electric Prunes,
Funkadelic,
Wire,
Hardrive,
Gabor Szabo,
Jesper Dahlback,
Deepchord,
Glambeats Corp.,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Soft Machine,
Warsaw,
Saccharine Trust,
David Bowie,
Joensuu 1685,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Vainqueur, Vainqueur, Vainqueur, Vainqueur.
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.