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 Syria and from Manchester.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the güiro 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 Jeru the Damaja to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud. All the underground hits.
All Bootsy's Rubber Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a marimba 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 snare and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Litter,
Q65,
DNA,
Oneida,
Hot Snakes,
the Swans,
Johnny Osbourne,
KRS-One,
Leonard Cohen,
Piero Umiliani,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Eric B and Rakim,
cv313,
Bobby Womack,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Smog,
Isaac Hayes,
Porter Ricks,
Deepchord,
a-ha,
Terry Callier,
Minor Threat,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Sarah Menescal,
Fear,
Joey Negro,
Kerrie Biddell,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Kaleidoscope,
FM Einheit,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Alison Limerick,
kango's stein massive,
Unrelated Segments,
the Slits,
Ludus,
H. Thieme,
the Sonics,
Lightning Bolt,
Youth Brigade,
Black Flag,
Oblivians,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Erykah Badu,
Ultimate Spinach,
Albert Ayler,
Stockholm Monsters,
the Bar-Kays,
The Monks,
Animal Collective,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Remains,
Yaz,
Johnny Clarke,
Pharoah Sanders,
Young Marble Giants,
Cecil Taylor,
Siouxsie and the Banshees, Siouxsie and the Banshees, Siouxsie and the Banshees, Siouxsie and the Banshees.
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.