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 Sierra Leone and from Shanghai.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Bobby Hutcherson 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 Brick. All the underground hits.
All Ossler tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every L. Decosne record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 theremin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Inner City record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Henry Cow,
The Gories,
The Beau Brummels,
Crime,
Gastr Del Sol,
Morten Harket,
Con Funk Shun,
The Alarm Clocks,
Howard Jones,
X-101,
X-Ray Spex,
Sound Behaviour,
Sonic Youth,
Gong,
The Gun Club,
Patti Smith,
Grey Daturas,
the Sonics,
the Bar-Kays,
The Music Machine,
Scientists,
Neu!,
Cecil Taylor,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Ronan,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Make Up,
Icehouse,
Kool Moe Dee,
Stockholm Monsters,
Can,
Harmonia,
Monks,
The Toasters,
Thompson Twins,
Joyce Sims,
Al Stewart,
The Doobie Brothers,
Basic Channel,
Magma,
Organ,
Faraquet,
F. McDonald,
A Certain Ratio,
Suicide,
Mantronix,
One Last Wish,
Guru Guru,
Black Sheep,
June of 44,
Flipper,
Masters at Work,
The Smiths,
Zero Boys,
The Blues Magoos,
Agent Orange,
Nas,
Byron Stingily,
The Shadows of Knight,
Easy Going,
Radiopuhelimet,
Agitation Free, Agitation Free, Agitation Free, Agitation Free.
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.