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 Ghana and from Johannesburg.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 organ 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 Sam Rivers to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Can. All the underground hits.
All Kango’s Stein Massive tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Invisible 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Basic Channel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Zeros,
Graham Central Station,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Man Parrish,
The Saints,
Eurythmics,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Gladiators,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Arthur Verocai,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Quando Quango,
Roxy Music,
Ponytail,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Q and Not U,
The Fire Engines,
The Fugs,
Jacob Miller,
The Happenings,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Anakelly,
Big Daddy Kane,
Quadrant,
Parry Music,
Sight & Sound,
Arcadia,
Colin Newman,
Spandau Ballet,
Gabor Szabo,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Simply Red,
The Litter,
Pylon,
Andrew Hill,
Barbara Tucker,
Cybotron,
Henry Cow,
Brass Construction,
Eve St. Jones,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Donny Hathaway,
Soft Cell,
Black Bananas,
The Names,
Eli Mardock,
The Cramps,
Basic Channel,
Ornette Coleman,
Warsaw,
Fatback Band,
Kenny Larkin,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Liliput,
Television Personalities,
Cal Tjader,
the Normal,
Godley & Creme,
Carl Craig,
Warren Ellis,
Ajijia Myrayebe, Ajijia Myrayebe, Ajijia Myrayebe, Ajijia Myrayebe.
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.