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 Rwanda and from Salvador.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the organ 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 Khruangbin to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Dirtbombs. All the underground hits.
All Sarah Menescal tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Unwound 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gories record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Lou Christie,
The Modern Lovers,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Slits,
The Pretty Things,
Todd Rundgren,
Joey Negro,
La Düsseldorf,
The Detroit Cobras,
In Retrospect,
Underground Resistance,
Crash Course in Science,
Soul II Soul,
Laurel Aitken,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Neil Young,
Isaac Hayes,
Minor Threat,
Zero Boys,
Thompson Twins,
Wings,
Ituana,
Brothers Johnson,
Swell Maps,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Camberwell Now,
Buzzcocks,
DNA,
Pantytec,
Lyres,
Franke,
Pharoah Sanders,
Roxy Music,
Bob Dylan,
Unrelated Segments,
Robert Hood,
Essential Logic,
Ponytail,
Pagans,
The United States of America,
Subhumans,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Mars,
Deadbeat,
The Residents,
The Fortunes,
Vainqueur,
T.S.O.L.,
The Gladiators,
Infiniti,
The Count Five,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Clear Light,
Nico,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Bobby Womack,
Darondo,
Sun Ra,
Q and Not U,
Japan,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Banda Bassotti, Banda Bassotti, Banda Bassotti, Banda Bassotti.
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.