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 Tanzania and from Glasgow.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Delon & Dalcan to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Flash Fearless. All the underground hits.
All Gian Franco Pienzio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Electric Prunes 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Thee Headcoats record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soul II Soul,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Sparks,
UT,
Man Parrish,
Peter & Gordon,
Marc Almond,
Mandrill,
The Raincoats,
the Human League,
Delon & Dalcan,
Swell Maps,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Curtis Mayfield,
Sarah Menescal,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Camberwell Now,
Mr. Review,
Malaria!,
Black Sheep,
Radio Birdman,
Livin' Joy,
World's Most,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Todd Terry,
Freddie Wadling,
Steve Hackett,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Offenders,
Big Daddy Kane,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Make Up,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Move,
The Blackbyrds,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Juan Atkins,
T.S.O.L.,
Archie Shepp,
Lou Christie,
The Detroit Cobras,
Zero Boys,
Jacob Miller,
The Mojo Men,
Motorama,
Rites of Spring,
The United States of America,
The Count Five,
Barclay James Harvest,
Soft Machine,
Wasted Youth,
Brass Construction,
U.S. Maple,
Saccharine Trust,
Quantec,
Urselle,
Nico,
Black Pus,
The Gap Band, The Gap Band, The Gap Band, The Gap Band.
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.