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 Colombia and from Columbus.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 China Crisis to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Todd Rundgren. All the underground hits.
All Funkadelic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Arthur Verocai record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pole record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Theoretical Girls,
Robert Hood,
Danielle Patucci,
KRS-One,
Cameo,
a-ha,
Soft Machine,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Bush Tetras,
Average White Band,
Sixth Finger,
The Tremeloes,
Mantronix,
Carl Craig,
Wally Richardson,
The Residents,
The United States of America,
Bobby Sherman,
Cybotron,
The Divine Comedy,
Curtis Mayfield,
Smog,
Moss Icon,
Fluxion,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Masters at Work,
Jimmy McGriff,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Rites of Spring,
The Modern Lovers,
Public Enemy,
The Count Five,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
H. Thieme,
Eddi Front,
48th St. Collective,
Pet Shop Boys,
Glambeats Corp.,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Ultimate Spinach,
Black Moon,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Funkadelic,
Radio Birdman,
Los Fastidios,
The Vogues,
Whodini,
Sound Behaviour,
Jeru the Damaja,
Underground Resistance,
Animal Collective,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Associates,
Stiv Bators,
Yusef Lateef,
Marshall Jefferson,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five, Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five, Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five, Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five.
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.