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 Kazakhstan 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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 mellotron 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 Jesper Dahlback to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Dark Day. All the underground hits.
All Jeff Lynne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every H. Thieme 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Organ record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jacob Miller,
The Last Poets,
Nas,
Half Japanese,
Section 25,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Lalo Schifrin,
Eric Copeland,
Cheater Slicks,
Pulsallama,
Easy Going,
Stetsasonic,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Todd Rundgren,
Bang On A Can,
Neu!,
Peter & Gordon,
Marvin Gaye,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
John Coltrane,
L. Decosne,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
UT,
Charles Mingus,
Drive Like Jehu,
Steve Hackett,
Boogie Down Productions,
Andrew Hill,
Rufus Thomas,
Ronan,
Ice-T,
Bizarre Inc.,
Underground Resistance,
Cameo,
Henry Cow,
Dorothy Ashby,
Q65,
Slave,
The Dirtbombs,
Zapp,
Index,
Outsiders,
Robert Görl,
The Zeros,
Lower 48,
The Monochrome Set,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Smiths,
The Gladiators,
Lyres,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Cecil Taylor,
Aloha Tigers,
Junior Murvin,
JFA,
Eli Mardock,
Lindisfarne,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Durutti Column,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Con Funk Shun, Con Funk Shun, Con Funk Shun, Con Funk Shun.
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.