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 Liberia and from Spokane.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Pantytec to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Moby Grape. All the underground hits.
All The Moleskins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Spandau Ballet record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 chamberlin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Todd Rundgren record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fluxion,
Alton Ellis,
The Fuzztones,
Rekid,
Average White Band,
Inner City,
Don Cherry,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Zeros,
Soft Machine,
The Move,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Electric Prunes,
Roy Ayers,
June of 44,
The Electric Prunes,
Yazoo,
The Dead C,
The Moleskins,
Rakim,
The Monks,
Altered Images,
Erasure,
The Beau Brummels,
Ken Boothe,
Oblivians,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Bill Near,
Au Pairs,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Blancmange,
Girls At Our Best!,
Whodini,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Audionom,
Swell Maps,
The Flesh Eaters,
Country Teasers,
Nas,
Pagans,
Magma,
The Litter,
Make Up,
Amazonics,
Nation of Ulysses,
Lou Christie,
Gichy Dan,
The Young Rascals,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Misunderstood,
L. Decosne,
The Fortunes,
The Index,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Interpol,
Rosa Yemen,
The Walker Brothers,
Dead Boys,
R.M.O.,
the Swans,
Stereo Dub,
The Cramps, The Cramps, The Cramps, The Cramps.
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.