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 Israel and from Portland.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 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 Ice-T to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Juan Atkins. All the underground hits.
All Audionom tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pharoah Sanders 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Boz Scaggs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Moleskins,
Tres Demented,
Roger Hodgson,
Rapeman,
Flipper,
Jacques Brel,
Moby Grape,
Ituana,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Big Daddy Kane,
Mo-Dettes,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Detroit Cobras,
Sixth Finger,
The Knickerbockers,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Graham Central Station,
Soul Sonic Force,
Lyres,
Monks,
The United States of America,
B.T. Express,
Prince Buster,
Can,
The Evens,
The Misunderstood,
Donny Hathaway,
Sexual Harrassment,
KRS-One,
Matthew Halsall,
The Music Machine,
Television,
the Association,
Robert Hood,
LL Cool J,
Rekid,
The Doobie Brothers,
Metal Thangz,
The Fire Engines,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Bronski Beat,
Blake Baxter,
Boz Scaggs,
X-Ray Spex,
The Alarm Clocks,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Names,
Joey Negro,
The Stooges,
Eden Ahbez,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Bush Tetras,
Gang Starr,
Unrelated Segments,
Chrome,
The Sonics,
Lakeside,
Accadde A,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Rhythm & Sound,
Scion,
Sonic Youth, Sonic Youth, Sonic Youth, Sonic Youth.
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.