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 Bangladesh and from Hong Kong.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Swell Maps to the electroclash 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 The Leaves. All the underground hits.
All Roxy Music tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Chris Corsano record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 synthesizer and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a DJ Style record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jimmy McGriff,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Remains,
Lakeside,
The Moleskins,
Q and Not U,
Vainqueur,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Sun City Girls,
Dave Gahan,
Bill Near,
The Vogues,
Organ,
Tommy Roe,
Maurizio,
Cybotron,
Animal Collective,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Niagra,
Nik Kershaw,
Bush Tetras,
Connie Case,
ABBA,
Moss Icon,
Faust,
The Fortunes,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Morten Harket,
The Offenders,
Gang of Four,
The Selecter,
Judy Mowatt,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Country Teasers,
Lalo Schifrin,
the Sonics,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Japan,
Laurel Aitken,
Roy Ayers,
The Young Rascals,
Bronski Beat,
Johnny Clarke,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Pierre Henry,
The Raincoats,
Hoover,
Minor Threat,
Dual Sessions,
Matthew Halsall,
Andrew Hill,
Wire,
Stiv Bators,
Deakin,
Crime,
Theoretical Girls,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Funky Four + One,
The Flesh Eaters,
OOIOO,
In Retrospect,
Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra.
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.