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 Switzerland and from Seoul.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
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 Fort Wilson Riot to the dance 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 Reuben Wilson. All the underground hits.
All Bronski Beat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Technova record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 mellotron and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roy Ayers Ubiquity record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Moebius,
David Axelrod,
Clear Light,
T.S.O.L.,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Dorothy Ashby,
Kerrie Biddell,
the Sonics,
The Sonics,
Lee Hazlewood,
Desert Stars,
Pere Ubu,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Roger Hodgson,
The Shadows of Knight,
FM Einheit,
Pierre Henry,
The Toasters,
Boredoms,
New York Dolls,
Robert Görl,
X-101,
The Star Department,
Easy Going,
John Foxx,
Nation of Ulysses,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
T. Rex,
Grey Daturas,
E-Dancer,
Steve Hackett,
Khruangbin,
H. Thieme,
Eric Dolphy,
The Invisible,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Sällskapet,
Faust,
Patti Smith,
Groovy Waters,
Roy Ayers,
the Germs,
Fela Kuti,
Radio Birdman,
Radiopuhelimet,
Roxy Music,
Soul Sonic Force,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Mars,
The Sound,
Ice-T,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Funky Four + One,
Colin Newman,
The Fire Engines,
PIL,
X-102,
Surgeon,
The Doobie Brothers,
Shuggie Otis,
Nico,
DJ Style,
Quadrant,
Neu!, Neu!, Neu!, Neu!.
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.