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 Italy and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Eric B and Rakim. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Hutcherson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dennis Brown 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fela Kuti record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Fluxion,
Toni Rubio,
Susan Cadogan,
New Age Steppers,
Dark Day,
Lee Hazlewood,
Livin' Joy,
Black Moon,
Country Teasers,
D'Angelo,
Nils Olav,
OOIOO,
Ossler,
Quantec,
Stiv Bators,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
In Retrospect,
The Last Poets,
World's Most,
Scrapy,
Ludus,
Black Bananas,
The Doobie Brothers,
Lebanon Hanover,
Reagan Youth,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Morten Harket,
Mark Hollis,
Gang Gang Dance,
Eric Dolphy,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Deadbeat,
Radiohead,
X-Ray Spex,
Bang On A Can,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Evens,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Howard Jones,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Albert Ayler,
Rotary Connection,
Eve St. Jones,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Seeds,
Agitation Free,
Tommy Roe,
the Soft Cell,
B.T. Express,
Neu!,
Hoover,
Slave,
Terry Callier,
Harmonia,
Johnny Clarke,
The Smiths,
Darondo,
Sarah Menescal, Sarah Menescal, Sarah Menescal, Sarah Menescal.
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.