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 Comoros and from Beijing.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Electric Light Orchestra to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Bobbi Humphrey. All the underground hits.
All Kool Moe Dee tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Seeds record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 chamberlin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jimmy McGriff record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Electric Prunes,
The Fire Engines,
Amon Düül II,
Schoolly D,
Second Layer,
Soul II Soul,
The Gladiators,
Shuggie Otis,
Byron Stingily,
10cc,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Altered Images,
Deakin,
Kaleidoscope,
Das Ding,
The Red Krayola,
the Bar-Kays,
Black Sheep,
Jacob Miller,
Model 500,
Eddi Front,
Rod Modell,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
48th St. Collective,
Aswad,
Traffic Nightmare,
Young Marble Giants,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Star Department,
Wally Richardson,
Jeff Lynne,
Gang Green,
Pierre Henry,
Jawbox,
Yellowson,
Nick Fraelich,
Sex Pistols,
Depeche Mode,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Porter Ricks,
The Barracudas,
Roy Ayers,
Juan Atkins,
Drexciya,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Anakelly,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Echospace,
Tubeway Army,
Marmalade,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
FM Einheit,
Hashim,
Q and Not U,
The Evens,
The Modern Lovers,
Jeff Mills,
Joe Smooth,
Skriet, Skriet, Skriet, Skriet.
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.