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 Cambodia and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 Stockholm and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Manfred Mann's Earth Band. All the underground hits.
All The Vogues tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Evens 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sly & The Family Stone record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Kaleidoscope,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Barracudas,
Au Pairs,
Kool Moe Dee,
Youth Brigade,
Bush Tetras,
the Fania All-Stars,
Pole,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
the Human League,
Shuggie Otis,
X-101,
Judy Mowatt,
Silicon Teens,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Aloha Tigers,
Pylon,
The Dead C,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Selecter,
D'Angelo,
Essential Logic,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Spoonie Gee,
This Heat,
AZ,
Harry Pussy,
Sonic Youth,
Television Personalities,
Brass Construction,
Brothers Johnson,
Groovy Waters,
Funkadelic,
The Gap Band,
The Shadows of Knight,
Make Up,
Minnie Riperton,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Infiniti,
Ken Boothe,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Neon Judgement,
Tubeway Army,
E-Dancer,
Moby Grape,
Kayak,
One Last Wish,
PIL,
The Zeros,
The Toasters,
The Sound,
Bobby Byrd,
Arab on Radar,
Negative Approach,
Terry Callier,
Barbara Tucker,
Cameo,
Freddie Wadling,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Darondo,
Das Ding,
Boogie Down Productions, Boogie Down Productions, Boogie Down Productions, Boogie Down Productions.
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.