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 Korea North and from Winnipeg.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Tim Buckley to the electroclash 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 Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band. All the underground hits.
All Jimmy McGriff tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Audionom 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Robert Hood,
Con Funk Shun,
Mr. Review,
The Mojo Men,
The Dave Clark Five,
Sister Nancy,
Aloha Tigers,
Buzzcocks,
Harry Pussy,
Popol Vuh,
The Gories,
UT,
Brass Construction,
The Fuzztones,
Brothers Johnson,
MC5,
D'Angelo,
Judy Mowatt,
The Barracudas,
the Bar-Kays,
H. Thieme,
The Beau Brummels,
Pierre Henry,
Zapp,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
the Sonics,
Eric Dolphy,
Joensuu 1685,
Harmonia,
Basic Channel,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Fall,
Siglo XX,
Bush Tetras,
EPMD,
The Last Poets,
Lakeside,
Desert Stars,
Das Ding,
Pussy Galore,
Barclay James Harvest,
Ronan,
Avey Tare,
10cc,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Johnny Clarke,
Black Pus,
Nirvana,
Lalann,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Busters,
Surgeon,
ABC,
Flipper,
Joe Finger,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Trojans,
World's Most,
Carl Craig,
Rod Modell,
Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma.
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.