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 Congo and from Glasgow.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Ralphi Rosario to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Crime. All the underground hits.
All The Beau Brummels 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 punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eric B and Rakim,
Scrapy,
The Raincoats,
the Bar-Kays,
London Community Gospel Choir,
R.M.O.,
Babytalk,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Deadbeat,
Zapp,
10cc,
Connie Case,
F. McDonald,
Ultravox,
Piero Umiliani,
Bobby Sherman,
Porter Ricks,
The Invisible,
Panda Bear,
Gang Green,
Albert Ayler,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Zeros,
Barbara Tucker,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
8 Eyed Spy,
Morten Harket,
cv313,
Mars,
Peter and Kerry,
Lungfish,
Grey Daturas,
Steve Hackett,
Bizarre Inc.,
Camouflage,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Tommy Roe,
Technova,
Jerry's Kids,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Nico,
Kevin Saunderson,
Freddie Wadling,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Boz Scaggs,
Eddi Front,
Rekid,
The Fortunes,
Nik Kershaw,
Kerri Chandler,
Wings,
Khruangbin,
Brand Nubian,
Mission of Burma,
Crispian St. Peters,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Monochrome Set,
Harpers Bizarre,
Lindisfarne,
Audionom,
Monolake,
The Fire Engines, The Fire Engines, The Fire Engines, The Fire Engines.
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.