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 Johannesburg.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Yusef Lateef 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 Gabor Szabo. All the underground hits.
All Inner City tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Liaisons Dangereuses record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jacques Brel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mary Jane Girls,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Lindisfarne,
The Leaves,
Dawn Penn,
Avey Tare,
Scan 7,
The Seeds,
The Golliwogs,
The Evens,
Minutemen,
Crash Course in Science,
Animal Collective,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Cymande,
Nation of Ulysses,
Flash Fearless,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
China Crisis,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Easy Going,
Talk Talk,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Offenders,
Piero Umiliani,
Television,
Max Romeo,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Lungfish,
Marc Almond,
Gang Starr,
The Mummies,
Derrick May,
The Shadows of Knight,
Nik Kershaw,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Red Krayola,
The Toasters,
Pylon,
John Coltrane,
Quadrant,
CMW,
Ronan,
Hashim,
Metal Thangz,
The Walker Brothers,
Flipper,
Q and Not U,
Skriet,
Organ,
The Motions,
Lightning Bolt,
Davy DMX,
48th St. Collective,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
MC5,
Fela Kuti,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Martian,
Sugar Minott, Sugar Minott, Sugar Minott, Sugar Minott.
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.