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 Sri Lanka and from Madrid.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 organ 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 Larry & the Blue Notes to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Scion. All the underground hits.
All Popol Vuh tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Boogie Down Productions 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Remains 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?
Marshall Jefferson,
the Human League,
Wasted Youth,
Josef K,
Tears for Fears,
Jacques Brel,
Barrington Levy,
Scan 7,
Dual Sessions,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Johnny Osbourne,
Glambeats Corp.,
Brass Construction,
Toni Rubio,
The Buckinghams,
The Toasters,
The Raincoats,
Juan Atkins,
D'Angelo,
Wire,
Mary Jane Girls,
Massinfluence,
Stiv Bators,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
John Foxx,
Moebius,
Eve St. Jones,
Freddie Wadling,
Robert Wyatt,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Barracudas,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Motions,
Leonard Cohen,
Dawn Penn,
Lee Hazlewood,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Agitation Free,
The Fire Engines,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Carl Craig,
Livin' Joy,
Marine Girls,
Ice-T,
The Monochrome Set,
Sällskapet,
New Age Steppers,
The Slits,
Tubeway Army,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Siglo XX,
Delon & Dalcan,
Ralphi Rosario,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Harry Pussy,
Skriet,
Severed Heads,
Infiniti,
Joyce Sims,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Gories,
Avey Tare, Avey Tare, Avey Tare, Avey Tare.
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.