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 Taiwan and from Philadelphia.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Gary Puckett & The Union Gap to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 cv313. All the underground hits.
All The Standells tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Buckinghams record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Danielle Patucci record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tomorrow,
The Gap Band,
Kaleidoscope,
Wings,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Oneida,
Electric Prunes,
Dead Boys,
Public Enemy,
Con Funk Shun,
Grey Daturas,
Livin' Joy,
Scott Walker,
Susan Cadogan,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
FM Einheit,
Derrick Morgan,
Swell Maps,
Roxy Music,
Gregory Isaacs,
Gang Gang Dance,
Cluster,
Television Personalities,
Massinfluence,
Jerry's Kids,
The Skatalites,
Cybotron,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Doors,
John Lydon,
Section 25,
Peter and Kerry,
Joensuu 1685,
Junior Murvin,
Graham Central Station,
Nik Kershaw,
Lakeside,
Pierre Henry,
Desert Stars,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Gabor Szabo,
Jesper Dahlback,
Warren Ellis,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Gerry Rafferty,
Donny Hathaway,
Darondo,
Talk Talk,
Groovy Waters,
Rod Modell,
Man Eating Sloth,
Big Daddy Kane,
D'Angelo,
Sound Behaviour,
Pagans,
Ultra Naté,
the Slits, the Slits, the Slits, the Slits.
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.