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 St Lucia and from Tokyo.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Davy DMX to the funk 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 Be Bop Deluxe. All the underground hits.
All Shuggie Otis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pierre Henry record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Girls At Our Best! record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Heaven 17,
Animal Collective,
Brothers Johnson,
The Cowsills,
Scientists,
Index,
Television,
The Angels of Light,
Bill Near,
Steve Hackett,
the Sonics,
Delta 5,
OOIOO,
Eli Mardock,
Byron Stingily,
The Blues Magoos,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Matthew Halsall,
UT,
Tom Boy,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Maurizio,
Deadbeat,
Lebanon Hanover,
Soulsonic Force,
The J.B.'s,
Nico,
Fad Gadget,
Althea and Donna,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Gladiators,
Colin Newman,
Youth Brigade,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Rapeman,
Sister Nancy,
Ossler,
Eric Dolphy,
The Dave Clark Five,
Sixth Finger,
Metal Thangz,
The Names,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Masters at Work,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Leonard Cohen,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Girls At Our Best!,
Soul II Soul,
James White and The Blacks,
Kevin Saunderson,
Brand Nubian,
Max Romeo,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Ponytail,
The Velvet Underground,
Main Source,
Lou Christie,
Robert Wyatt,
Peter & Gordon,
The Offenders, The Offenders, The Offenders, The Offenders.
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.