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 Liberia and from Paris.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1971 at the first Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Eve St. Jones to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Marcia Griffiths. All the underground hits.
All Erykah Badu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Chris & Cosey 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gories record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mission of Burma,
Funkadelic,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Depeche Mode,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Connie Case,
Sandy B,
Funky Four + One,
ABBA,
Infiniti,
Grandmaster Flash,
Sex Pistols,
The Beau Brummels,
kango's stein massive,
Erasure,
Rapeman,
Soft Cell,
Average White Band,
China Crisis,
Johnny Clarke,
Whodini,
Girls At Our Best!,
X-101,
The Dave Clark Five,
Pantaleimon,
Nico,
Robert Hood,
Arab on Radar,
Roxy Music,
Faust,
Boogie Down Productions,
Hardrive,
The Vogues,
Lakeside,
Stetsasonic,
Ludus,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Selecter,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Modern Lovers,
Eden Ahbez,
Newcleus,
Soul Sonic Force,
Deakin,
The Saints,
Spandau Ballet,
The Real Kids,
Public Enemy,
The Human League,
The Electric Prunes,
Flamin' Groovies,
Mars,
Gregory Isaacs,
Amon Düül II,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Theoretical Girls,
The Black Dice,
Gil Scott Heron, Gil Scott Heron, Gil Scott Heron, Gil Scott Heron.
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.