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 Barbados and from Glasgow.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 oboe 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 Joey Negro to the funk 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 Eli Mardock. All the underground hits.
All The Invisible tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Echo & the Bunnymen record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Symarip record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cameo,
Jeru the Damaja,
Aural Exciters,
Mo-Dettes,
A Certain Ratio,
Matthew Halsall,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Red Krayola,
Shoche,
Bobby Byrd,
Bob Dylan,
The United States of America,
Sarah Menescal,
Sister Nancy,
Peter and Kerry,
The Slackers,
James White and The Blacks,
Procol Harum,
Max Romeo,
Darondo,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Kool Moe Dee,
Stiv Bators,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Minor Threat,
Alison Limerick,
Jeff Mills,
Harpers Bizarre,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Technova,
The Grass Roots,
The Moody Blues,
Tubeway Army,
Ronnie Foster,
Pierre Henry,
Kayak,
Rod Modell,
Aaron Thompson,
PIL,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Young Marble Giants,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Searchers,
The Residents,
Jesper Dahlback,
Terry Callier,
Monolake,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Davy DMX,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Sound,
These Immortal Souls,
Barry Ungar,
Toni Rubio,
The New Christs,
The Cramps,
Scratch Acid,
Crash Course in Science,
Marmalade,
The Busters,
Theoretical Girls,
The Skatalites, The Skatalites, The Skatalites, The Skatalites.
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.