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 Monaco and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 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 Wings to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 American Breed. All the underground hits.
All Rufus Thomas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every June Days record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Derrick Morgan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Terrestrial Tones,
Agitation Free,
Kurtis Blow,
Gang of Four,
Can,
Smog,
Gastr Del Sol,
Marine Girls,
Man Eating Sloth,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Godley & Creme,
Panda Bear,
Rakim,
Mo-Dettes,
Das Ding,
Brick,
Harpers Bizarre,
Erykah Badu,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Gap Band,
Crispian St. Peters,
Mr. Review,
Reuben Wilson,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Sonic Youth,
Yaz,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Eric Dolphy,
The Invisible,
The Count Five,
Lalo Schifrin,
John Cale,
Agent Orange,
The Shadows of Knight,
Black Moon,
Half Japanese,
The Gun Club,
Marvin Gaye,
Minor Threat,
Khruangbin,
The Saints,
The Blues Magoos,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Essential Logic,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
U.S. Maple,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Eve St. Jones,
The Seeds,
Oblivians,
Babytalk,
The Monochrome Set,
The Remains,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
T.S.O.L.,
Maurizio,
James White and The Blacks,
Mary Jane Girls,
Goldenarms,
Terry Callier,
The Music Machine,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Rosa Yemen,
The Walker Brothers, The Walker Brothers, The Walker Brothers, The Walker Brothers.
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.