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 Mali and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1971 at the first Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Oneida to the grime 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 Hot Snakes. All the underground hits.
All Patti Smith tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Barracudas 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sam Rivers,
Quando Quango,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Monks,
Stockholm Monsters,
Dark Day,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Fall,
Bill Wells,
Crash Course in Science,
Bobby Womack,
Livin' Joy,
Whodini,
Sarah Menescal,
Bush Tetras,
The Happenings,
Jacob Miller,
Jandek,
Byron Stingily,
Bizarre Inc.,
Kerrie Biddell,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Max Romeo,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Circle Jerks,
Silicon Teens,
Y Pants,
Ralphi Rosario,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Kayak,
MDC,
Funky Four + One,
Bootsy Collins,
Tres Demented,
Quadrant,
The Golliwogs,
Don Cherry,
Wally Richardson,
Sällskapet,
Underground Resistance,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Alison Limerick,
Idris Muhammad,
Essential Logic,
Heaven 17,
Pet Shop Boys,
David McCallum,
Todd Terry,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Cameo,
T. Rex,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Mighty Diamonds,
DNA,
Con Funk Shun,
Absolute Body Control,
Stiv Bators,
Alphaville,
CMW,
The Dirtbombs,
Hot Snakes,
New Age Steppers, New Age Steppers, New Age Steppers, New Age Steppers.
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.