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 Bosnia Herzegovina 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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Radio Birdman to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Bobby Sherman. All the underground hits.
All Bauhaus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DJ Sneak record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Khruangbin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Christie,
Eden Ahbez,
Con Funk Shun,
Joey Negro,
Colin Newman,
Kerrie Biddell,
Saccharine Trust,
The Cramps,
Chris Corsano,
CMW,
Country Teasers,
The Move,
Hashim,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Gastr Del Sol,
Index,
Q and Not U,
Bizarre Inc.,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Mummies,
The Last Poets,
Henry Cow,
Magma,
Newcleus,
Heaven 17,
Soul II Soul,
The Buckinghams,
Pharoah Sanders,
Sound Behaviour,
Nik Kershaw,
Ludus,
Tres Demented,
Jeff Mills,
Johnny Osbourne,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Smoke,
Japan,
D'Angelo,
The Searchers,
Prince Buster,
Ralphi Rosario,
Nico,
The Martian,
Man Parrish,
Groovy Waters,
Godley & Creme,
Eve St. Jones,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Black Dice,
Los Fastidios,
Ronan,
Cymande,
Reagan Youth,
Pere Ubu,
Can,
Idris Muhammad,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Donny Hathaway,
Quantec,
Terry Callier,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra, Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra, Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra, Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra.
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.