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 Ghana and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 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 Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Ronnie Foster. All the underground hits.
All Das Ding tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Absolute Body Control record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 sitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a These Immortal Souls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Excepter,
Matthew Halsall,
China Crisis,
Charles Mingus,
Icehouse,
Kool Moe Dee,
Yusef Lateef,
X-101,
Laurel Aitken,
Public Enemy,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
This Heat,
Panda Bear,
Au Pairs,
Sam Rivers,
Ponytail,
Boogie Down Productions,
Joensuu 1685,
PIL,
Dead Boys,
Reuben Wilson,
Lebanon Hanover,
Essential Logic,
The United States of America,
Isaac Hayes,
Drive Like Jehu,
Theoretical Girls,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Terry Callier,
Average White Band,
Bluetip,
The Techniques,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Remains,
Davy DMX,
The Beau Brummels,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Ultra Naté,
Erasure,
Leonard Cohen,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Magma,
The Searchers,
The Dead C,
Bad Manners,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Derrick Morgan,
Lakeside,
Roxy Music,
La Düsseldorf,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
kango's stein massive,
Amon Düül II,
Johnny Clarke,
Fugazi,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Gabor Szabo,
Brothers Johnson,
the Normal,
Goldenarms, Goldenarms, Goldenarms, Goldenarms.
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.