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 Tajikistan and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Brand Nubian to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Thinking Fellers Union Local 282. All the underground hits.
All The Offenders tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yellowson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 snare and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Blake Baxter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Parry Music,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Ralphi Rosario,
Tim Buckley,
Lee Hazlewood,
Crispian St. Peters,
Girls At Our Best!,
Blancmange,
Gang Starr,
Flamin' Groovies,
Rites of Spring,
Nils Olav,
Warsaw,
Eden Ahbez,
Maleditus Sound,
The Sisters of Mercy,
World's Most,
Lalann,
X-Ray Spex,
Tommy Roe,
Stereo Dub,
Rekid,
Outsiders,
KRS-One,
Ponytail,
Fear,
The Sonics,
The J.B.'s,
Marmalade,
Al Stewart,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Yellowson,
Whodini,
Echospace,
Judy Mowatt,
The Velvet Underground,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Stooges,
Motorama,
Saccharine Trust,
Davy DMX,
Porter Ricks,
Faust,
The Vogues,
The Skatalites,
New Order,
Rapeman,
Scratch Acid,
DJ Style,
Organ,
The Fuzztones,
Faraquet,
Idris Muhammad,
Roxette,
Section 25,
The Buckinghams,
U.S. Maple,
The Detroit Cobras,
Moss Icon,
Leonard Cohen,
Youth Brigade,
Delon & Dalcan,
Jacob Miller, Jacob Miller, Jacob Miller, Jacob Miller.
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.