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 Comoros and from Cairo.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Woodstock.
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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Q65 to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Altered Images. All the underground hits.
All Popol Vuh tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tommy Roe 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Amon Düül II record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mars,
Eve St. Jones,
China Crisis,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Nirvana,
Agent Orange,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Kayak,
Quando Quango,
Technova,
Hasil Adkins,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Intrusion,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Sound Behaviour,
Franke,
Dual Sessions,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Grey Daturas,
John Holt,
Duran Duran,
The Count Five,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Television,
Big Daddy Kane,
Sun City Girls,
Yazoo,
Jesper Dahlback,
Piero Umiliani,
Byron Stingily,
Jimmy McGriff,
Michelle Simonal,
Henry Cow,
Anthony Braxton,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Buckinghams,
Harmonia,
New York Dolls,
The Motions,
DJ Sneak,
Ralphi Rosario,
Supertramp,
Excepter,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Rekid,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Skatalites,
Camberwell Now,
Sugar Minott,
Absolute Body Control,
Boz Scaggs,
Index,
Japan,
Flipper,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Porter Ricks,
Yusef Lateef,
a-ha,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Nils Olav,
Scrapy,
Funky Four + One, Funky Four + One, Funky Four + One, Funky Four + One.
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.