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 Philippines and from London.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Columbus.
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 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Kenny Larkin. All the underground hits.
All Lonnie Liston Smith tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Erasure 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a clarinet 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 rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kayak,
Idris Muhammad,
Shoche,
the Germs,
Isaac Hayes,
Magazine,
Fugazi,
Goldenarms,
Ice-T,
Jawbox,
Michelle Simonal,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Invisible,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Duran Duran,
The Move,
Negative Approach,
Tropical Tobacco,
China Crisis,
The Techniques,
Tomorrow,
The Flesh Eaters,
Judy Mowatt,
Jimmy McGriff,
Ponytail,
Tres Demented,
Sister Nancy,
Lightning Bolt,
Stockholm Monsters,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Red Krayola,
Model 500,
The Index,
The Dirtbombs,
Boz Scaggs,
Fat Boys,
Mars,
Nils Olav,
James White and The Blacks,
Au Pairs,
Massinfluence,
The Electric Prunes,
Lucky Dragons,
Lebanon Hanover,
Shuggie Otis,
Lower 48,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Moody Blues,
The Gap Band,
John Lydon,
The Cramps,
The Golliwogs,
Unwound,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Bob Dylan,
Supertramp,
Yusef Lateef,
Archie Shepp,
One Last Wish,
Albert Ayler,
Hashim,
John Holt, John Holt, John Holt, John Holt.
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.