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 Cuba and from Portland.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 organ 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 John Holt to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Circle Jerks. All the underground hits.
All the Bar-Kays tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Red Lorry Yellow Lorry record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a MC5 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Mighty Diamonds,
Barry Ungar,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Bluetip,
Harpers Bizarre,
Camberwell Now,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Unrelated Segments,
Das Ding,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Schoolly D,
Dual Sessions,
Youth Brigade,
Second Layer,
Grauzone,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Television Personalities,
The Searchers,
The Buckinghams,
Jesper Dahlback,
cv313,
Susan Cadogan,
New Age Steppers,
Donny Hathaway,
The Vogues,
Robert Hood,
Silicon Teens,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
the Association,
The United States of America,
The Raincoats,
Masters at Work,
Nirvana,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Marc Almond,
Colin Newman,
Hashim,
Fad Gadget,
Qualms,
Visage,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
K-Klass,
OOIOO,
D'Angelo,
Ken Boothe,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Parry Music,
Marmalade,
Lungfish,
Pharoah Sanders,
Young Marble Giants,
Throbbing Gristle,
Howard Jones,
Iggy Pop,
Sparks,
John Coltrane,
These Immortal Souls,
MDC,
Yusef Lateef,
Roxy Music,
Von Mondo,
Terrestrial Tones, Terrestrial Tones, Terrestrial Tones, Terrestrial Tones.
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.