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 Kosovo and from Sao Paulo.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 808 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 Bobby Womack to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Q and Not U. All the underground hits.
All 48th St. Collective tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eurythmics 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Reuben Wilson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Siglo XX,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
the Slits,
Flamin' Groovies,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Lucky Dragons,
Black Bananas,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Slits,
Crispy Ambulance,
Sun Ra,
The American Breed,
Trumans Water,
Amon Düül II,
Oblivians,
Jacob Miller,
Outsiders,
Prince Buster,
These Immortal Souls,
Suburban Knight,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Stooges,
cv313,
Los Fastidios,
The Offenders,
Max Romeo,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Eric Copeland,
The Selecter,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Masters at Work,
June of 44,
Excepter,
The Cramps,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Frankie Knuckles,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Minny Pops,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Arab on Radar,
The Monks,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Marine Girls,
Roger Hodgson,
The Index,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Eurythmics,
Sandy B,
Skriet,
Letta Mbulu,
Ultimate Spinach,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Pole,
Talk Talk,
Jacques Brel,
Marmalade,
Interpol,
The Residents,
Traffic Nightmare,
This Heat,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Susan Cadogan,
B.T. Express,
Laurel Aitken, Laurel Aitken, Laurel Aitken, Laurel Aitken.
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.