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 Uganda and from Accra.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 The Buckinghams to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Sällskapet. All the underground hits.
All Ultra Naté tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The J.B.'s record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lightning Bolt,
Flamin' Groovies,
the Bar-Kays,
Cal Tjader,
Eurythmics,
Soulsonic Force,
Television,
James White and The Blacks,
Chris Corsano,
Eric B and Rakim,
Brand Nubian,
Crash Course in Science,
The Leaves,
Ituana,
The Mummies,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
the Normal,
Section 25,
Television Personalities,
Joyce Sims,
Lyres,
Joy Division,
Unwound,
Susan Cadogan,
Donald Byrd,
Lou Christie,
The Angels of Light,
U.S. Maple,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Prince Buster,
Goldenarms,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
These Immortal Souls,
Dorothy Ashby,
Pharoah Sanders,
Jawbox,
Duran Duran,
The Evens,
Tropical Tobacco,
Magma,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
KRS-One,
Henry Cow,
Curtis Mayfield,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Joey Negro,
Maurizio,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Barclay James Harvest,
Amon Düül II,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Pulsallama,
Godley & Creme,
Das Ding,
Yaz,
The Smiths, The Smiths, The Smiths, The Smiths.
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.