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 Grenada and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Beasts of Bourbon to the crunk 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 Bang On A Can. All the underground hits.
All Country Joe & The Fish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crime record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 sitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jimmy McGriff record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nico,
Lungfish,
Lakeside,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Blancmange,
Suburban Knight,
Yellowson,
Sonic Youth,
Ludus,
Marvin Gaye,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Joyce Sims,
B.T. Express,
The J.B.'s,
The Toasters,
Liliput,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Sugar Minott,
Slave,
Kaleidoscope,
Yusef Lateef,
Country Teasers,
Iggy Pop,
Kool Moe Dee,
Radiopuhelimet,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Letta Mbulu,
Funky Four + One,
Monks,
Urselle,
Newcleus,
The Stooges,
Erykah Badu,
The Grass Roots,
Essential Logic,
The Skatalites,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Walker Brothers,
Black Moon,
Boz Scaggs,
Roxy Music,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
T.S.O.L.,
Tommy Roe,
Das Ding,
Girls At Our Best!,
Buzzcocks,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Organ,
The Tremeloes,
Scrapy,
Intrusion,
Delta 5,
Mantronix,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Barracudas,
Flamin' Groovies,
Marine Girls,
Skaos,
Cecil Taylor,
Darondo, Darondo, Darondo, Darondo.
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.