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 Vietnam and from Hong Kong.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 harpsichord 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 Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Pierre Henry. All the underground hits.
All Ludus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Henry Cow record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tropical Tobacco record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
CMW,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Danielle Patucci,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Blake Baxter,
Ronan,
T. Rex,
Jacob Miller,
Ornette Coleman,
Soft Machine,
Brick,
Bill Near,
Jawbox,
Scientists,
The Associates,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Velvet Underground,
Khruangbin,
Black Sheep,
ABC,
Parry Music,
The Monks,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Electric Prunes,
Joy Division,
Iggy Pop,
The Fortunes,
The Busters,
Leonard Cohen,
Theoretical Girls,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Seeds,
The Buckinghams,
Scott Walker,
Dark Day,
Lyres,
Babytalk,
Angry Samoans,
Delta 5,
Bobby Byrd,
Joe Smooth,
The Last Poets,
Frankie Knuckles,
Con Funk Shun,
The Cure,
The Music Machine,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
World's Most,
Von Mondo,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Pylon,
The Gap Band,
The Pop Group,
Public Image Ltd.,
Glambeats Corp.,
Tomorrow,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Invisible,
Pussy Galore,
The Skatalites,
Vladislav Delay,
Mr. Review,
The Birthday Party,
Siouxsie and the Banshees, Siouxsie and the Banshees, Siouxsie and the Banshees, Siouxsie and the Banshees.
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.