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 Panama and from Edmonton.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Bob Dylan to the dance 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 Heavy D & The Boyz. All the underground hits.
All Freddie Wadling tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Animal Collective 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Alphaville record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grandmaster Flash,
Derrick May,
Gabor Szabo,
Kurtis Blow,
Essential Logic,
The Vogues,
Buzzcocks,
Ten City,
Swans,
Pulsallama,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Scratch Acid,
Make Up,
Donald Byrd,
The Skatalites,
Quantec,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Max Romeo,
Procol Harum,
Kevin Saunderson,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Ice-T,
The Buckinghams,
Babytalk,
Spoonie Gee,
Gerry Rafferty,
Black Moon,
Amazonics,
Aaron Thompson,
The Saints,
Ultimate Spinach,
Brass Construction,
David Bowie,
Jerry's Kids,
Jandek,
Public Image Ltd.,
Parry Music,
Derrick Morgan,
The Busters,
Lalo Schifrin,
Soft Machine,
The Searchers,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Joensuu 1685,
DNA,
The Residents,
Siglo XX,
Anthony Braxton,
T.S.O.L.,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
the Germs,
The Victims,
Sight & Sound,
Gong,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Clear Light,
The Angels of Light,
Gang Green,
Quadrant,
Sam Rivers, Sam Rivers, Sam Rivers, Sam Rivers.
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.