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 Iraq and from Woodstock.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 theremin 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 Andrew Hill to the grunge 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 B.T. Express. All the underground hits.
All Ralphi Rosario tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sandy B record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a kango's stein massive record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Fania All-Stars,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Todd Rundgren,
Terry Callier,
Nico,
The Moody Blues,
Bill Near,
The Mummies,
L. Decosne,
Pharoah Sanders,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Judy Mowatt,
Intrusion,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Q65,
The Happenings,
Cluster,
Rekid,
Interpol,
The Fortunes,
U.S. Maple,
Hardrive,
8 Eyed Spy,
Sun Ra,
Johnny Clarke,
Donald Byrd,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Real Kids,
Rod Modell,
Black Bananas,
The Leaves,
the Human League,
Gerry Rafferty,
ABBA,
Hashim,
Lakeside,
The Last Poets,
Mandrill,
Eurythmics,
Brick,
Sonic Youth,
Marcia Griffiths,
Monks,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Anthony Braxton,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Cowsills,
Juan Atkins,
Reuben Wilson,
Yusef Lateef,
Anakelly,
Kerrie Biddell,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Angry Samoans,
Amon Düül II,
Procol Harum,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Little Man,
Connie Case,
Gang Gang Dance,
Banda Bassotti, Banda Bassotti, Banda Bassotti, Banda Bassotti.
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.