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 Liechtenstein and from Copenhagen.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 organ 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 Amazonics to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 The Golliwogs. All the underground hits.
All Monks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Saints record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Kinks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Chrome,
Tommy Roe,
the Normal,
Massinfluence,
Minnie Riperton,
a-ha,
Arcadia,
The Grass Roots,
Byron Stingily,
K-Klass,
The J.B.'s,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Blancmange,
Nik Kershaw,
Idris Muhammad,
Cheater Slicks,
the Association,
Susan Cadogan,
Joyce Sims,
These Immortal Souls,
Shoche,
Davy DMX,
Nas,
Deakin,
Liliput,
The Walker Brothers,
Metal Thangz,
Warsaw,
Joe Finger,
Pylon,
Banda Bassotti,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Bill Wells,
Sällskapet,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Doobie Brothers,
Bizarre Inc.,
World's Most,
The Remains,
Tubeway Army,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Terry Callier,
Yellowson,
Nico,
The Doors,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Marcia Griffiths,
CMW,
Eric Dolphy,
DJ Sneak,
Fad Gadget,
Soul Sonic Force,
Cecil Taylor,
Maurizio,
Grey Daturas,
Supertramp,
Jesper Dahlback,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Magazine, Magazine, Magazine, Magazine.
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.