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 Burundi and from New York.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Human League to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Easy Going. All the underground hits.
All cv313 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The J.B.'s record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Oppenheimer Analysis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Anakelly,
Gerry Rafferty,
B.T. Express,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Derrick May,
Inner City,
Joey Negro,
Symarip,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Gap Band,
Bobby Womack,
Fear,
Monolake,
The Young Rascals,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Alison Limerick,
Rites of Spring,
Liliput,
Aloha Tigers,
Japan,
The Pop Group,
Neil Young,
The Move,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Howard Jones,
La Düsseldorf,
Pharoah Sanders,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Crooked Eye,
Stockholm Monsters,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Trumans Water,
Harmonia,
AZ,
Junior Murvin,
The Monks,
The Zeros,
The Gun Club,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Fortunes,
Cameo,
Yazoo,
Minutemen,
Ronan,
The Index,
Unrelated Segments,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Litter,
The Blues Magoos,
Morten Harket,
Tommy Roe,
The Associates,
Graham Central Station,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Rakim,
Tubeway Army,
Albert Ayler,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Schoolly D,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Soulsonic Force,
Metal Thangz, Metal Thangz, Metal Thangz, Metal Thangz.
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.