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 Burundi and from Paris.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 oboe 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 Dawn Penn to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Vaughan Mason & Crew. All the underground hits.
All Bluetip tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camouflage record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 guitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kerri Chandler record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Invisible,
Stiv Bators,
Rapeman,
Amon Düül II,
Ossler,
Intrusion,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Lakeside,
Bobby Byrd,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Lou Reed,
Interpol,
Subhumans,
DNA,
The Last Poets,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Raincoats,
Deadbeat,
The J.B.'s,
Average White Band,
Heaven 17,
Sixth Finger,
David Axelrod,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Sight & Sound,
10cc,
ABC,
Ohio Players,
Black Sheep,
K-Klass,
The Count Five,
Iggy Pop,
Eric B and Rakim,
Bootsy Collins,
Danielle Patucci,
The Fire Engines,
Massinfluence,
Nils Olav,
The Blackbyrds,
The Durutti Column,
The Saints,
Sunsets and Hearts,
the Normal,
Lee Hazlewood,
Grandmaster Flash,
Rekid,
The Move,
Masters at Work,
The Moleskins,
The Busters,
David McCallum,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Donny Hathaway,
Wire,
MC5,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Happenings,
Sugar Minott,
Fad Gadget,
Cheater Slicks,
The Vogues,
The Human League, The Human League, The Human League, The Human League.
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.