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 Panama and from Taipei.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 organ 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 Ossler to the rap 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 Brand Nubian. All the underground hits.
All Franke tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every 8 Eyed Spy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 mellotron and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Terrestrial Tones,
Vladislav Delay,
X-101,
The Red Krayola,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Lightning Bolt,
Althea and Donna,
Magma,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Soft Machine,
The Electric Prunes,
The Dead C,
Kaleidoscope,
Massinfluence,
Stereo Dub,
Piero Umiliani,
Inner City,
Soul Sonic Force,
This Heat,
Johnny Osbourne,
Jerry's Kids,
Chrome,
Dark Day,
Suburban Knight,
Kool Moe Dee,
These Immortal Souls,
Sam Rivers,
T. Rex,
Jimmy McGriff,
Zero Boys,
The Sound,
The Golliwogs,
Donald Byrd,
The Busters,
The Dave Clark Five,
Don Cherry,
Fat Boys,
Ronnie Foster,
Clear Light,
Stockholm Monsters,
Matthew Halsall,
Section 25,
Graham Central Station,
Archie Shepp,
Excepter,
JFA,
Ultimate Spinach,
Alison Limerick,
Bizarre Inc.,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Sällskapet,
The Beau Brummels,
Al Stewart,
Rekid,
Goldenarms,
Brand Nubian,
Warsaw,
Ronan,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Black Bananas, Black Bananas, Black Bananas, Black Bananas.
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.