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 Botswana and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1971 at the first Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
I was working on the rhodes 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 The Beau Brummels to the disco 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 The Electric Prunes. All the underground hits.
All Main Source tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yellowson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lee Hazlewood,
Pylon,
Grandmaster Flash,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Lungfish,
Delta 5,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Index,
Glambeats Corp.,
DNA,
Pussy Galore,
Amon Düül,
Wasted Youth,
Patti Smith,
E-Dancer,
The Music Machine,
Jimmy McGriff,
Kevin Saunderson,
Carl Craig,
Barrington Levy,
New Order,
Albert Ayler,
Television,
The Sound,
Ultra Naté,
Barbara Tucker,
Derrick May,
LL Cool J,
the Sonics,
Underground Resistance,
The Golliwogs,
The Walker Brothers,
Silicon Teens,
Ohio Players,
Harry Pussy,
Delon & Dalcan,
Jeff Lynne,
The Divine Comedy,
Bob Dylan,
Excepter,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
John Cale,
Siglo XX,
Crime,
B.T. Express,
Visage,
Das Ding,
Faraquet,
The Velvet Underground,
Tomorrow,
Max Romeo,
the Slits,
Marvin Gaye,
Alphaville,
Black Flag,
Can,
The Toasters,
Barclay James Harvest,
Lightning Bolt,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Sun Ra,
The Invisible, The Invisible, The Invisible, The Invisible.
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.