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 Belize and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1971 at the first Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
I was working on the marimba 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 The Golliwogs to the dance 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 X-101. All the underground hits.
All the Association tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fugazi record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 an oboe and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Maleditus Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Blossom Toes,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Idris Muhammad,
Warsaw,
Moss Icon,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Funky Four + One,
Intrusion,
The Busters,
La Düsseldorf,
Bobby Byrd,
The Move,
The Vogues,
The Blackbyrds,
X-102,
Roxette,
Bang On A Can,
The J.B.'s,
Outsiders,
X-101,
The Velvet Underground,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Camberwell Now,
The Techniques,
Sight & Sound,
Fela Kuti,
Popol Vuh,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Gun Club,
The Last Poets,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Talk Talk,
New Age Steppers,
Kerrie Biddell,
Derrick Morgan,
Duran Duran,
Eli Mardock,
Aloha Tigers,
Public Enemy,
Pierre Henry,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Agent Orange,
Suburban Knight,
Marmalade,
The Standells,
The Fall,
Maurizio,
The Mojo Men,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Technova,
This Heat,
Rakim,
Pylon,
Alton Ellis, Alton Ellis, Alton Ellis, Alton Ellis.
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.