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 Brunei and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Kayak to the disco 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 Drive Like Jehu. All the underground hits.
All Marvin Gaye tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lizzy Mercier Descloux record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rekid record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aaron Thompson,
Blossom Toes,
Model 500,
Donald Byrd,
Subhumans,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Count Five,
Quantec,
Scratch Acid,
Television Personalities,
Desert Stars,
Matthew Halsall,
Michelle Simonal,
Black Moon,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
MC5,
Country Teasers,
Henry Cow,
June of 44,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
New Age Steppers,
The Music Machine,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Happenings,
Skarface,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Half Japanese,
Ten City,
Delta 5,
Wire,
Scott Walker,
Fatback Band,
Camouflage,
Trumans Water,
the Association,
John Lydon,
Eric B and Rakim,
Outsiders,
Curtis Mayfield,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Crime,
Gregory Isaacs,
Make Up,
Flamin' Groovies,
Slick Rick,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Toasters,
Swell Maps,
The Human League,
Nas,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
One Last Wish,
Sonny Sharrock,
Marshall Jefferson,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Silicon Teens,
Stockholm Monsters,
Robert Wyatt,
Flipper,
Kayak,
Ken Boothe,
JFA,
Arab on Radar,
Morten Harket, Morten Harket, Morten Harket, Morten Harket.
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.