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 Armenia and from Tehran.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Stockholm.
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 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 Donny Hathaway to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Nik Kershaw. All the underground hits.
All Little Man tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Radio Birdman record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 rhodes and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Godley & Creme record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
L. Decosne,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Lower 48,
Sun Ra,
The Pretty Things,
The Fuzztones,
Ultra Naté,
Steve Hackett,
The Index,
Technova,
Section 25,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Mission of Burma,
Audionom,
Terry Callier,
Siglo XX,
Radiopuhelimet,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Shuggie Otis,
Mars,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
the Fania All-Stars,
A Certain Ratio,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Lucky Dragons,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
the Human League,
the Soft Cell,
Pierre Henry,
The Sound,
Dorothy Ashby,
Bluetip,
Barry Ungar,
Severed Heads,
Vainqueur,
The Skatalites,
The Pop Group,
Shoche,
MC5,
DJ Style,
H. Thieme,
Barclay James Harvest,
the Sonics,
Susan Cadogan,
June of 44,
Icehouse,
Dead Boys,
Banda Bassotti,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
the Normal,
Zero Boys,
The Angels of Light,
Pulsallama,
David McCallum,
Model 500,
Peter & Gordon,
Mr. Review,
Wolf Eyes,
Bill Near, Bill Near, Bill Near, Bill Near.
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.