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 Vanuatu and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 Bremen and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the snare 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 Mo-Dettes to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Durutti Column. All the underground hits.
All Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lungfish 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a snare 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 clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
World's Most,
Theoretical Girls,
Black Moon,
The Slackers,
the Slits,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Deadbeat,
the Sonics,
Tommy Roe,
Letta Mbulu,
cv313,
Marcia Griffiths,
Amon Düül,
Sugar Minott,
Yellowson,
Minutemen,
Eric Dolphy,
the Fania All-Stars,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Raincoats,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Make Up,
Cluster,
Joey Negro,
The Last Poets,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Janne Schatter,
Joe Smooth,
Half Japanese,
Lou Christie,
Ralphi Rosario,
Mantronix,
The Sound,
The Motions,
Jandek,
The Music Machine,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Sister Nancy,
Echospace,
Soulsonic Force,
Scrapy,
Flash Fearless,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Simply Red,
Idris Muhammad,
KRS-One,
Michelle Simonal,
The Kinks,
Can,
Hot Snakes,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Maleditus Sound,
Todd Rundgren,
DJ Sneak,
Groovy Waters,
Beasts of Bourbon,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Althea and Donna,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience, Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience, Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience, Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience.
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.