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 Vanuatu and from Halifax.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 organ 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 The American Breed to the crunk 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 Jerry's Kids. All the underground hits.
All The Walker Brothers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Idris Muhammad 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rakim record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Count Five,
Black Moon,
Monolake,
Second Layer,
Mission of Burma,
Grauzone,
Josef K,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Victims,
Janne Schatter,
Bronski Beat,
Kaleidoscope,
Schoolly D,
AZ,
Siglo XX,
Thompson Twins,
Swans,
The Grass Roots,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Half Japanese,
The Last Poets,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Radiopuhelimet,
Brothers Johnson,
Deadbeat,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Motions,
ABBA,
The Vogues,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Negative Approach,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Fugs,
Yaz,
Television Personalities,
Pylon,
The Skatalites,
Ohio Players,
Mad Mike,
The Five Americans,
Grey Daturas,
Brand Nubian,
Prince Buster,
Ultimate Spinach,
Robert Wyatt,
John Cale,
Crispy Ambulance,
JFA,
Funky Four + One,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Ossler,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Roger Hodgson,
The Pretty Things,
Dawn Penn,
Connie Case,
Deakin,
Kerrie Biddell,
Niagra,
Ralphi Rosario,
These Immortal Souls,
Sight & Sound,
Skaos, Skaos, Skaos, Skaos.
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.