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 Bremen.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the snare 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 New York Dolls to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Pole. All the underground hits.
All Gang Green tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Carl Craig record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Beau Brummels record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Fania All-Stars,
AZ,
The Electric Prunes,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Kinks,
Jacques Brel,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Average White Band,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Audionom,
Grauzone,
Unwound,
Animal Collective,
Gerry Rafferty,
Icehouse,
Pole,
Kas Product,
Alison Limerick,
the Swans,
Sexual Harrassment,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Todd Terry,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Skriet,
Sandy B,
Soft Cell,
The Black Dice,
K-Klass,
Excepter,
John Holt,
the Bar-Kays,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Pet Shop Boys,
Thee Headcoats,
Sister Nancy,
Tommy Roe,
Circle Jerks,
This Heat,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Eli Mardock,
The Blues Magoos,
The Leaves,
Wings,
Stockholm Monsters,
Cal Tjader,
Simply Red,
Morten Harket,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Slick Rick,
Minor Threat,
Nils Olav,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Kenny Larkin,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Shadows of Knight,
Cymande,
Warren Ellis,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Kurtis Blow,
The Smoke, The Smoke, The Smoke, The Smoke.
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.