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 Kuwait and from Seoul.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 oboe 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 Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Joe Finger. All the underground hits.
All Brick tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fluxion 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Doors record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
OOIOO,
Masters at Work,
The Modern Lovers,
Arcadia,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
John Coltrane,
Kurtis Blow,
Visage,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Bob Dylan,
The Slits,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Johnny Osbourne,
Cheater Slicks,
Monolake,
Buzzcocks,
10cc,
Anakelly,
The Pretty Things,
Sound Behaviour,
Mo-Dettes,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Fortunes,
Rakim,
Quantec,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Lebanon Hanover,
Tears for Fears,
Second Layer,
Gichy Dan,
Audionom,
Hashim,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Grass Roots,
Frankie Knuckles,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
The Sound,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Durutti Column,
Scientists,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Pagans,
Camouflage,
Eurythmics,
New Age Steppers,
Judy Mowatt,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Gabor Szabo,
Ronnie Foster,
Andrew Hill,
Bluetip,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Simply Red,
Letta Mbulu,
Los Fastidios,
The Tremeloes,
T. Rex,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Au Pairs,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Davy DMX,
Flash Fearless,
The Selecter,
the Human League, the Human League, the Human League, the Human League.
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.