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 East Timor and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Delhi.
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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Chris Corsano to the techno 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 Intrusion. All the underground hits.
All Simply Red tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Flash Fearless record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kenny Larkin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum 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?
the Soft Cell,
Joensuu 1685,
The Pop Group,
Bobby Byrd,
Yusef Lateef,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Thompson Twins,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Stockholm Monsters,
Bad Manners,
Darondo,
H. Thieme,
The Wake,
Big Daddy Kane,
Matthew Halsall,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Masters at Work,
Connie Case,
Das Ding,
The Evens,
Theoretical Girls,
Kurtis Blow,
The Last Poets,
Morten Harket,
Accadde A,
the Normal,
Cymande,
Boogie Down Productions,
Lebanon Hanover,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Divine Comedy,
Pantaleimon,
Laurel Aitken,
Bobby Womack,
Lakeside,
Lower 48,
Man Eating Sloth,
Model 500,
Rod Modell,
Agent Orange,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Erykah Badu,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Walker Brothers,
Althea and Donna,
ABC,
Blossom Toes,
Soul II Soul,
Tres Demented,
Magma,
Cameo,
Slave,
Sparks,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Deadbeat,
The Alarm Clocks,
Radiohead,
Inner City,
the Bar-Kays,
Minny Pops,
Yaz,
Nas,
The Men They Couldn't Hang, The Men They Couldn't Hang, The Men They Couldn't Hang, The Men They Couldn't Hang.
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.