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 Tonga and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 güiro 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 Barrington Levy to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Toni Rubio. All the underground hits.
All Mantronix tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Motions record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Godley & Creme,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Little Man,
Black Flag,
The Smoke,
Groovy Waters,
Pantaleimon,
New York Dolls,
Rosa Yemen,
Funkadelic,
Marine Girls,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Man Eating Sloth,
Japan,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Harmonia,
MDC,
Half Japanese,
Thee Headcoats,
Stetsasonic,
The Zeros,
Television,
Boogie Down Productions,
Wings,
Chris Corsano,
Slick Rick,
Nas,
Warsaw,
Niagra,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Ohio Players,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Audionom,
Roger Hodgson,
Erykah Badu,
Wasted Youth,
Bronski Beat,
Skriet,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Make Up,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Mo-Dettes,
Isaac Hayes,
Althea and Donna,
The Flesh Eaters,
Jeff Lynne,
Buzzcocks,
Brass Construction,
The Vogues,
Tomorrow,
Josef K,
The Doobie Brothers,
Marvin Gaye,
Quadrant,
Shoche,
Pet Shop Boys,
Technova,
Donny Hathaway,
Todd Rundgren,
Agent Orange,
Avey Tare, Avey Tare, Avey Tare, Avey Tare.
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.