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 Philippines and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 sitar 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 D'Angelo to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Unrelated Segments. All the underground hits.
All Spoonie Gee tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joy Division 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 oboe and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rod Modell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brothers Johnson,
Roy Ayers,
Agent Orange,
AZ,
Lou Reed,
The Motions,
The Names,
Arab on Radar,
Morten Harket,
Girls At Our Best!,
Schoolly D,
Lalo Schifrin,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Sällskapet,
Saccharine Trust,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Q and Not U,
David Bowie,
The J.B.'s,
Fluxion,
The Martian,
Bill Near,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
LL Cool J,
Scan 7,
Easy Going,
Clear Light,
Kenny Larkin,
Moebius,
Nick Fraelich,
Grauzone,
Toni Rubio,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Hashim,
The Fortunes,
The Five Americans,
Depeche Mode,
Youth Brigade,
Don Cherry,
Agitation Free,
E-Dancer,
Eurythmics,
The Techniques,
Davy DMX,
Talk Talk,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Offenders,
ABC,
Mantronix,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Frankie Knuckles,
Bobby Byrd,
The Dead C,
The Slits,
The Victims,
Kool Moe Dee,
Donny Hathaway,
Mary Jane Girls,
Juan Atkins, Juan Atkins, Juan Atkins, Juan Atkins.
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.