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 Ireland and from Copenhagen.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Mexico City.
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 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 Joe Smooth to the jazz 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 The Skatalites. All the underground hits.
All Rakim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cosmic Jokers 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a CMW record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Young Marble Giants,
Vainqueur,
Spoonie Gee,
Cal Tjader,
Tim Buckley,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
JFA,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Moss Icon,
UT,
Dennis Brown,
Audionom,
Lyres,
T. Rex,
Mantronix,
Pantytec,
The Dirtbombs,
Newcleus,
Soul Sonic Force,
Deakin,
The Birthday Party,
the Human League,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Smoke,
Liliput,
Crooked Eye,
Avey Tare,
Cymande,
The Searchers,
The Gun Club,
Minnie Riperton,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Johnny Osbourne,
Jawbox,
Quadrant,
The Beau Brummels,
Flipper,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Cure,
The Misunderstood,
Sam Rivers,
The Martian,
Pussy Galore,
Deadbeat,
Q65,
The Slackers,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Leaves,
Matthew Halsall,
The Barracudas,
The Red Krayola,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Velvet Underground,
Sight & Sound,
K-Klass,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Los Fastidios,
Mr. Review,
Derrick May,
Sandy B, Sandy B, Sandy B, Sandy B.
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.