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 Guinea and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 rhodes 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 the Bar-Kays to the grunge 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 Bob Dylan. All the underground hits.
All Bill Wells tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eddi Front record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ralphi Rosario record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kurtis Blow,
Derrick May,
The Dirtbombs,
Bill Wells,
Fatback Band,
Neu!,
Lebanon Hanover,
Jimmy McGriff,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Oblivians,
a-ha,
Brand Nubian,
Lower 48,
Infiniti,
Ludus,
The Evens,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Sam Rivers,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Model 500,
Motorama,
The Alarm Clocks,
Bluetip,
Steve Hackett,
Black Pus,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Ronan,
Sällskapet,
Stockholm Monsters,
Cymande,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Walker Brothers,
Pantaleimon,
Gichy Dan,
DJ Style,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Roy Ayers,
Arcadia,
Maleditus Sound,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Vogues,
The Gladiators,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Los Fastidios,
Gerry Rafferty,
Nirvana,
Glenn Branca,
The Index,
Youth Brigade,
CMW,
Guru Guru,
Bizarre Inc.,
Mandrill,
Aaron Thompson,
Maurizio,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Yusef Lateef,
Shuggie Otis,
Curtis Mayfield,
Kayak,
Crispian St. Peters, Crispian St. Peters, Crispian St. Peters, Crispian St. Peters.
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.