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 United States and from Stockholm.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 The Doobie Brothers to the rock 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 Connie Case. All the underground hits.
All The Gories tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The J.B.'s 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tres Demented record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yazoo,
Harry Pussy,
the Slits,
Mary Jane Girls,
X-101,
The Star Department,
Heaven 17,
Albert Ayler,
Anthony Braxton,
Jandek,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Roxette,
Ossler,
Rakim,
Bob Dylan,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Pagans,
Aswad,
The Five Americans,
Sugar Minott,
Kerrie Biddell,
Rekid,
Big Daddy Kane,
Quantec,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Names,
Soulsonic Force,
Kevin Saunderson,
Lindisfarne,
ABC,
Symarip,
The Golliwogs,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Chris & Cosey,
EPMD,
Steve Hackett,
Tomorrow,
Girls At Our Best!,
Terrestrial Tones,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Wings,
David Bowie,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Roger Hodgson,
The Velvet Underground,
Ice-T,
Kenny Larkin,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Henry Cow,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Sound,
Surgeon,
The Dave Clark Five,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Icehouse,
JFA,
Spandau Ballet,
Crispian St. Peters,
Blancmange,
the Germs,
The J.B.'s,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Cowsills, The Cowsills, The Cowsills, The Cowsills.
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.