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 Belgium and from Sao Paulo.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 marimba 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 Pole to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Soul II Soul. All the underground hits.
All Rekid tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yellowson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 harpsichord and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ralphi Rosario record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Electric Prunes,
Camberwell Now,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Glambeats Corp.,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Godley & Creme,
Royal Trux,
Heaven 17,
Chris & Cosey,
John Holt,
Man Parrish,
Blake Baxter,
This Heat,
The Busters,
Aswad,
The Invisible,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Soul II Soul,
Black Pus,
F. McDonald,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Music Machine,
The Neon Judgement,
Sällskapet,
Nas,
Glenn Branca,
Shuggie Otis,
Colin Newman,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Scan 7,
The Dead C,
Cal Tjader,
Pylon,
June Days,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Von Mondo,
Trumans Water,
Thompson Twins,
Niagra,
Animal Collective,
Subhumans,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Magazine,
Alice Coltrane,
Scott Walker,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Gun Club,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
KRS-One,
The Slackers,
Man Eating Sloth,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Judy Mowatt,
The Mojo Men,
David Bowie,
Kool Moe Dee,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Accadde A,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Bob Dylan,
The Zeros,
Maurizio, Maurizio, Maurizio, Maurizio.
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.