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 Austria and from Cairo.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Average White Band to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 MDC. All the underground hits.
All Qualms tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Doobie Brothers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 spring reverb and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Shadows of Knight record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Franke,
Groovy Waters,
The Raincoats,
Rufus Thomas,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Inner City,
These Immortal Souls,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Gang Starr,
Piero Umiliani,
Thompson Twins,
Sonic Youth,
Urselle,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Robert Görl,
Oneida,
FM Einheit,
The Stooges,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Tropical Tobacco,
Dave Gahan,
Aloha Tigers,
Nik Kershaw,
Jeru the Damaja,
Brothers Johnson,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The United States of America,
The Doobie Brothers,
Popol Vuh,
cv313,
Morten Harket,
Gerry Rafferty,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
the Human League,
Jeff Lynne,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Cecil Taylor,
Eric Dolphy,
The Wake,
Marvin Gaye,
Colin Newman,
48th St. Collective,
Tres Demented,
Crooked Eye,
Nation of Ulysses,
Junior Murvin,
Ultimate Spinach,
Tomorrow,
Barry Ungar,
Infiniti,
The Pretty Things,
Agent Orange,
June of 44,
John Cale,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
8 Eyed Spy,
Skarface,
DJ Sneak,
Amon Düül, Amon Düül, Amon Düül, Amon Düül.
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.