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 Belgium and from Manila.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Royal Family And The Poor to the jazz 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 Gang Gang Dance. All the underground hits.
All 48th St. Collective tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Young Rascals record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a ABC record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
K-Klass,
the Fania All-Stars,
Adolescents,
The New Christs,
The Neon Judgement,
The Zeros,
Blossom Toes,
Man Parrish,
Rosa Yemen,
Joey Negro,
Yazoo,
Banda Bassotti,
R.M.O.,
Black Bananas,
Archie Shepp,
Ludus,
Skaos,
The Motions,
Morten Harket,
Amon Düül,
Mo-Dettes,
Robert Görl,
The Saints,
Lucky Dragons,
Outsiders,
Underground Resistance,
Bill Wells,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Curtis Mayfield,
Zapp,
Smog,
Pantytec,
Intrusion,
Gastr Del Sol,
Kool Moe Dee,
Minny Pops,
The Divine Comedy,
The Names,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Star Department,
Panda Bear,
The Invisible,
Eddi Front,
The Standells,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Chris Corsano,
Spandau Ballet,
Davy DMX,
LL Cool J,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Tom Boy,
Magma,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
MC5,
The Shadows of Knight,
Suicide,
Guru Guru,
Flash Fearless,
Donny Hathaway,
Barrington Levy,
Marc Almond, Marc Almond, Marc Almond, Marc Almond.
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.