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 Niger and from Madrid.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 the Association. All the underground hits.
All David Axelrod tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Erykah Badu 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Magma record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Babytalk,
Albert Ayler,
Excepter,
Charles Mingus,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Dirtbombs,
The Leaves,
The Cure,
Rites of Spring,
Robert Wyatt,
Ten City,
Barclay James Harvest,
Donny Hathaway,
David McCallum,
Hardrive,
Easy Going,
The Remains,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
New Age Steppers,
Nico,
Scrapy,
Sight & Sound,
The American Breed,
Bang On A Can,
Black Bananas,
the Soft Cell,
Camberwell Now,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Kevin Saunderson,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Ronnie Foster,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Japan,
Soulsonic Force,
The Victims,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Piero Umiliani,
Matthew Halsall,
David Bowie,
Faraquet,
B.T. Express,
Wire,
Radiohead,
Terry Callier,
Mars,
Kas Product,
Soft Cell,
Joe Finger,
Severed Heads,
Altered Images,
Suburban Knight,
The Blues Magoos,
Eve St. Jones,
John Holt,
Cybotron,
Alphaville,
Dead Boys,
Rekid,
E-Dancer,
Jacques Brel,
Roger Hodgson,
Mr. Review,
Mary Jane Girls, Mary Jane Girls, Mary Jane Girls, Mary Jane Girls.
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.