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 Iraq and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 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 Reuben Wilson to the jazz 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 Teenage Jesus and the Jerks. All the underground hits.
All Banda Bassotti tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Buckinghams record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eric Copeland record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Radiopuhelimet,
John Coltrane,
Easy Going,
Davy DMX,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Minutemen,
Zero Boys,
Pere Ubu,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Graham Central Station,
The Gories,
The Grass Roots,
Bizarre Inc.,
Khruangbin,
Vladislav Delay,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The American Breed,
The Victims,
Gang Starr,
Metal Thangz,
Frankie Knuckles,
Duran Duran,
Blossom Toes,
Spoonie Gee,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Albert Ayler,
In Retrospect,
Kas Product,
Sällskapet,
Grandmaster Flash,
UT,
Make Up,
Terry Callier,
The Searchers,
Big Daddy Kane,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Byron Stingily,
Scan 7,
The Alarm Clocks,
Motorama,
The Young Rascals,
Negative Approach,
Agitation Free,
Dawn Penn,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Index,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Barclay James Harvest,
Parry Music,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Residents,
Mo-Dettes,
The Velvet Underground,
Joe Finger,
Sandy B,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Hardrive,
Surgeon,
The Evens,
Matthew Halsall, Matthew Halsall, Matthew Halsall, Matthew Halsall.
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.