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 Angola and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 10cc to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Cybotron. All the underground hits.
All The Barracudas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Country Teasers 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Music Machine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dead Boys,
Funkadelic,
Fat Boys,
The Pretty Things,
H. Thieme,
Althea and Donna,
Zero Boys,
Juan Atkins,
Amon Düül,
Livin' Joy,
Freddie Wadling,
Shuggie Otis,
The Cowsills,
Al Stewart,
Crooked Eye,
Eddi Front,
Accadde A,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Girls At Our Best!,
Amazonics,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Rites of Spring,
Kenny Larkin,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Pantaleimon,
Lalann,
Franke,
Radiopuhelimet,
Faust,
Whodini,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Avey Tare,
Glenn Branca,
Dual Sessions,
Black Sheep,
Tom Boy,
Black Flag,
Donny Hathaway,
Nico,
The Real Kids,
Blossom Toes,
Bobby Womack,
Davy DMX,
Jerry's Kids,
Boredoms,
Blancmange,
ABC,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Colin Newman,
The Birthday Party,
Surgeon,
The Five Americans,
Infiniti,
Dawn Penn,
Robert Hood,
Godley & Creme,
Sam Rivers,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Jawbox,
Essential Logic,
The New Christs,
Gastr Del Sol, Gastr Del Sol, Gastr Del Sol, Gastr Del Sol.
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.