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 Angola and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 clarinet 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 Harmonia to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Blossom Toes. All the underground hits.
All L. Decosne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Trojans 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Can record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Soft Cell,
Shuggie Otis,
Adolescents,
Masters at Work,
DNA,
The Music Machine,
Roger Hodgson,
Can,
Jerry's Kids,
Marcia Griffiths,
Maleditus Sound,
Black Pus,
Japan,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Warren Ellis,
Pierre Henry,
Deepchord,
DJ Style,
Scott Walker,
Oneida,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
8 Eyed Spy,
Aswad,
Cal Tjader,
Bluetip,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
B.T. Express,
Kerri Chandler,
The Dave Clark Five,
Grey Daturas,
Cecil Taylor,
Bronski Beat,
Jacques Brel,
LL Cool J,
Spandau Ballet,
Depeche Mode,
Unrelated Segments,
Sällskapet,
Alice Coltrane,
Skriet,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
the Germs,
Fela Kuti,
Flipper,
The Litter,
The Moody Blues,
Tom Boy,
Ten City,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Eve St. Jones,
Kerrie Biddell,
Harmonia,
In Retrospect,
Brass Construction,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Nico,
Dawn Penn,
These Immortal Souls,
Hashim,
The Red Krayola, The Red Krayola, The Red Krayola, The Red Krayola.
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.