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 Peru and from Tehran.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Lizzy Mercier Descloux to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson. All the underground hits.
All Joe Finger tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Maleditus Sound record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 a snare and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Electric Light Orchestra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
B.T. Express,
Sam Rivers,
The Mojo Men,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Morten Harket,
Eli Mardock,
Dorothy Ashby,
Royal Trux,
Chris & Cosey,
Rufus Thomas,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Erasure,
DJ Style,
Oblivians,
Kerri Chandler,
Don Cherry,
Black Sheep,
LL Cool J,
Desert Stars,
Tubeway Army,
Q and Not U,
Das Ding,
Nik Kershaw,
Terrestrial Tones,
Pulsallama,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Monochrome Set,
Porter Ricks,
Dark Day,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Modern Lovers,
Lightning Bolt,
Metal Thangz,
Dawn Penn,
Magma,
Lungfish,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Yazoo,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Bauhaus,
Gerry Rafferty,
Visage,
Ludus,
F. McDonald,
E-Dancer,
Shuggie Otis,
Yellowson,
The Cowsills,
Barbara Tucker,
The Motions,
Be Bop Deluxe,
the Bar-Kays,
Eddi Front,
Ponytail,
Matthew Halsall,
Sandy B,
48th St. Collective,
Harry Pussy,
Fear,
Aural Exciters,
Matthew Bourne, Matthew Bourne, Matthew Bourne, Matthew Bourne.
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.