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 Austria and from Copenhagen.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 chamberlin 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 The Black Dice to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Mojo Men. All the underground hits.
All Theoretical Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every a-ha record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Arcadia record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joyce Sims,
Rotary Connection,
Severed Heads,
Heaven 17,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Radio Birdman,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Ludus,
Scan 7,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Black Flag,
Circle Jerks,
Steve Hackett,
E-Dancer,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Buckinghams,
Todd Terry,
Organ,
MC5,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Five Americans,
Dorothy Ashby,
La Düsseldorf,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Goldenarms,
The Dave Clark Five,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Blues Magoos,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Scientists,
Lakeside,
Franke,
China Crisis,
Cymande,
The Fall,
Crash Course in Science,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
David Bowie,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Pussy Galore,
The Moleskins,
Barclay James Harvest,
Mad Mike,
The Seeds,
MDC,
Tom Boy,
Little Man,
Joe Finger,
Max Romeo,
The Evens,
Archie Shepp,
Lindisfarne,
Marmalade,
Fluxion,
the Germs,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Toni Rubio,
Alphaville,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
a-ha, a-ha, a-ha, a-ha.
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.