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 Laos and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Joyce Sims to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Grandmaster Flash. All the underground hits.
All Curtis Mayfield tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Leonard Cohen record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bizarre Inc. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Loose Ends,
Juan Atkins,
Bang On A Can,
Pantaleimon,
Lucky Dragons,
Joyce Sims,
Slave,
Camouflage,
Lakeside,
ABBA,
8 Eyed Spy,
Swans,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Echospace,
Mantronix,
Nico,
Deadbeat,
Average White Band,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
PIL,
Dave Gahan,
The Sound,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Cecil Taylor,
The Fortunes,
Marmalade,
Arthur Verocai,
Japan,
Alphaville,
Man Parrish,
X-101,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Jeff Mills,
Quadrant,
June Days,
The Tremeloes,
The Star Department,
Peter and Kerry,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Slick Rick,
The Busters,
Byron Stingily,
The Saints,
Siglo XX,
Trumans Water,
Ultra Naté,
Pole,
kango's stein massive,
Matthew Halsall,
Zapp,
Yusef Lateef,
Smog,
Ohio Players,
Surgeon,
Reagan Youth,
Junior Murvin,
The Knickerbockers,
Gil Scott Heron,
Stetsasonic,
Bad Manners,
Sandy B,
AZ,
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.