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 Bangladesh and from Spokane.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 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 Rufus Thomas to the disco 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 Infiniti. All the underground hits.
All Chrome tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fela Kuti 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Angels of Light record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Maleditus Sound,
The Pop Group,
The Grass Roots,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Matthew Bourne,
Altered Images,
Babytalk,
Neu!,
Gang Starr,
Marvin Gaye,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Sugar Minott,
Crime,
Tubeway Army,
The J.B.'s,
The Divine Comedy,
Tim Buckley,
Wings,
Pussy Galore,
Joe Smooth,
Frankie Knuckles,
June of 44,
Jawbox,
Audionom,
Lindisfarne,
E-Dancer,
MDC,
The Human League,
ABC,
Parry Music,
Robert Görl,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Lightning Bolt,
Boogie Down Productions,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Average White Band,
Deadbeat,
Alice Coltrane,
Quantec,
Brass Construction,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Moebius,
Radio Birdman,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Offenders,
Carl Craig,
Ultra Naté,
The Beau Brummels,
Khruangbin,
Cal Tjader,
Junior Murvin,
Chrome,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Star Department,
The Gap Band,
Leonard Cohen,
Accadde A,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Bobby Womack,
Spoonie Gee,
The Happenings, The Happenings, The Happenings, The Happenings.
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.