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 Moldova and from Jakarta.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Girls At Our Best! to the rap 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 Birthday Party. All the underground hits.
All Gabor Szabo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scan 7 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Names record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fat Boys,
Quadrant,
Pharoah Sanders,
Khruangbin,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Chris Corsano,
The Techniques,
Easy Going,
Lindisfarne,
Black Bananas,
Roy Ayers,
Sight & Sound,
The Young Rascals,
The Moody Blues,
Hoover,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Seeds,
Con Funk Shun,
Letta Mbulu,
Faust,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Ornette Coleman,
Kevin Saunderson,
Zero Boys,
OOIOO,
James White and The Blacks,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Gastr Del Sol,
Aaron Thompson,
Banda Bassotti,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Fuzztones,
Shoche,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Carl Craig,
Gang Starr,
Wasted Youth,
Scan 7,
Ultravox,
The Remains,
Bob Dylan,
Soul Sonic Force,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Knickerbockers,
Spoonie Gee,
The Pretty Things,
Camouflage,
The Music Machine,
Don Cherry,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Bronski Beat,
Aloha Tigers,
Thee Headcoats,
The Wake,
Scratch Acid,
The Smoke,
The Blues Magoos,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Pantaleimon,
Rufus Thomas,
Toni Rubio,
Lower 48, Lower 48, Lower 48, Lower 48.
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.