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 Zimbabwe and from Calgary.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1971 at the first Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 The Evens to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Bobby Sherman. All the underground hits.
All Crooked Eye tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every A Certain Ratio record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Agitation Free record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Ituana,
Bang On A Can,
Intrusion,
Bobby Womack,
Robert Wyatt,
Tropical Tobacco,
Vladislav Delay,
Reuben Wilson,
Clear Light,
Procol Harum,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Gastr Del Sol,
Ice-T,
Marmalade,
Man Parrish,
Iggy Pop,
Inner City,
The Techniques,
Joensuu 1685,
Barrington Levy,
Pylon,
Minny Pops,
The Moleskins,
Kerri Chandler,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Lindisfarne,
The Selecter,
Soulsonic Force,
Rekid,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Moss Icon,
Jacob Miller,
Yusef Lateef,
Slick Rick,
The Modern Lovers,
Brand Nubian,
Joy Division,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
KRS-One,
Jesper Dahlback,
Bill Wells,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
E-Dancer,
Pole,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Sonny Sharrock,
Guru Guru,
Hashim,
Urselle,
Eric Dolphy,
Marvin Gaye,
Section 25,
Ken Boothe,
The Mojo Men,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
cv313,
Frankie Knuckles,
the Fania All-Stars,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Cosmic Jokers,
James Chance & The Contortions,
UT,
Tears for Fears, Tears for Fears, Tears for Fears, Tears for Fears.
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.