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 Norway and from London.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Bluetip to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Beau Brummels. All the underground hits.
All Harpers Bizarre tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Das Ding record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 theremin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Robert Hood 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?
The Fugs,
Jerry's Kids,
Silicon Teens,
Sonny Sharrock,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Radio Birdman,
H. Thieme,
David Bowie,
Outsiders,
Amon Düül,
Fatback Band,
Sex Pistols,
Tubeway Army,
Cameo,
Swans,
The Toasters,
The Gladiators,
Ossler,
Kayak,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
CMW,
The Doors,
the Human League,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Skatalites,
Lee Hazlewood,
Robert Wyatt,
Livin' Joy,
Symarip,
Ornette Coleman,
Spoonie Gee,
the Association,
Sam Rivers,
Echospace,
Gichy Dan,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Dave Gahan,
Jimmy McGriff,
Aaron Thompson,
Metal Thangz,
Brothers Johnson,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Ohio Players,
Black Moon,
Vainqueur,
Bobby Hutcherson,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Wake,
Scratch Acid,
Freddie Wadling,
Rotary Connection,
X-Ray Spex,
Pylon,
The Blues Magoos,
Jacques Brel,
Faraquet,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Scan 7,
Soft Cell,
Mandrill,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
T.S.O.L.,
The Happenings,
Terry Callier, Terry Callier, Terry Callier, Terry Callier.
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.