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 Nauru and from Delhi.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 mellotron 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 Alton Ellis to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Remains. All the underground hits.
All 8 Eyed Spy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Slits 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eden Ahbez record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Outsiders,
The Evens,
Yellowson,
Kaleidoscope,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Faraquet,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The United States of America,
Tres Demented,
The Smoke,
The Busters,
Circle Jerks,
Byron Stingily,
The Sound,
Tim Buckley,
The Wake,
The Moleskins,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Yaz,
Maleditus Sound,
Stockholm Monsters,
Dual Sessions,
The Grass Roots,
The Last Poets,
New York Dolls,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Dorothy Ashby,
Patti Smith,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
World's Most,
Derrick May,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Beau Brummels,
Second Layer,
Warren Ellis,
Charles Mingus,
Aloha Tigers,
Sugar Minott,
Ultra Naté,
Bill Wells,
Eric Copeland,
Terry Callier,
Excepter,
Suicide,
Stereo Dub,
Morten Harket,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Donald Byrd,
The Walker Brothers,
Boz Scaggs,
Bush Tetras,
Max Romeo,
Lungfish,
The Pretty Things,
Television Personalities,
Parry Music,
Matthew Halsall,
A Certain Ratio,
Soulsonic Force,
Joyce Sims,
LL Cool J, LL Cool J, LL Cool J, LL Cool J.
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.