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 Taiwan and from London.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 808 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 Symarip to the funk 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 The Misunderstood. All the underground hits.
All Brand Nubian tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tom Boy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 rhodes and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nirvana record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deepchord,
Monolake,
UT,
Trumans Water,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Litter,
The American Breed,
The Fall,
Black Bananas,
Tim Buckley,
The Victims,
The Moleskins,
Spandau Ballet,
EPMD,
Fatback Band,
Rosa Yemen,
Pylon,
John Foxx,
Alison Limerick,
Basic Channel,
The Slackers,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Mission of Burma,
Cybotron,
48th St. Collective,
Lalo Schifrin,
Lebanon Hanover,
Peter and Kerry,
Symarip,
Big Daddy Kane,
The New Christs,
Ponytail,
Saccharine Trust,
Ultra Naté,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Shoche,
The Cure,
Heaven 17,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Kerri Chandler,
Funkadelic,
The Busters,
Peter & Gordon,
Black Pus,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Bizarre Inc.,
Fad Gadget,
Sexual Harrassment,
Ronnie Foster,
Moebius,
Bronski Beat,
Liliput,
Archie Shepp,
Curtis Mayfield,
The J.B.'s,
Bobby Womack,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Depeche Mode,
Ultravox,
The Moody Blues,
Rites of Spring,
Arcadia, Arcadia, Arcadia, Arcadia.
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.