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 United Kingdom and from Lille.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Reuben Wilson to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 F. McDonald. All the underground hits.
All The Young Rascals tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every James White and The Blacks 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Deadbeat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fatback Band,
Blancmange,
Talk Talk,
The Slackers,
Reagan Youth,
Q and Not U,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Raincoats,
Hardrive,
June Days,
Johnny Osbourne,
R.M.O.,
The American Breed,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Rosa Yemen,
Groovy Waters,
The Angels of Light,
Tommy Roe,
Steve Hackett,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Litter,
MDC,
10cc,
Letta Mbulu,
The Zeros,
Joensuu 1685,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Derrick May,
Fear,
Young Marble Giants,
Swell Maps,
Byron Stingily,
The Evens,
Jandek,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Warren Ellis,
Boredoms,
Cecil Taylor,
The Happenings,
Altered Images,
Lou Christie,
Ken Boothe,
La Düsseldorf,
Soft Machine,
Bronski Beat,
ABBA,
The Busters,
The Count Five,
Ohio Players,
Panda Bear,
Wire,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Robert Hood,
The Martian,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Maleditus Sound,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Country Teasers, Country Teasers, Country Teasers, Country Teasers.
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.