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 Thailand and from Bologna.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Roxy Music to the rap 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 Parry Music. All the underground hits.
All Lizzy Mercier Descloux tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soul Sonic Force record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Sonics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rites of Spring,
Eric Dolphy,
Camberwell Now,
Ronan,
Boz Scaggs,
Q and Not U,
Jeru the Damaja,
R.M.O.,
Desert Stars,
Gang Gang Dance,
Michelle Simonal,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
kango's stein massive,
The Shadows of Knight,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
48th St. Collective,
Ossler,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
X-Ray Spex,
EPMD,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Girls At Our Best!,
Howard Jones,
Bad Manners,
Organ,
Urselle,
Hashim,
Sam Rivers,
KRS-One,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Reuben Wilson,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Lakeside,
The Move,
Mantronix,
Jandek,
Lou Reed,
New Age Steppers,
Stiv Bators,
Fatback Band,
Deakin,
The Buckinghams,
Iggy Pop,
Kurtis Blow,
Roxy Music,
Skaos,
Roy Ayers,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Sun City Girls,
The Electric Prunes,
Unrelated Segments,
Derrick Morgan,
Tropical Tobacco,
Radiopuhelimet,
Newcleus,
Stetsasonic,
World's Most,
Jeff Lynne,
Infiniti, Infiniti, Infiniti, Infiniti.
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.