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 Iran and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 clarinet 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 Bob Dylan to the disco 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 Sam Rivers. All the underground hits.
All Scrapy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kool Moe Dee record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fear record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
ABC,
Soft Machine,
Fluxion,
Japan,
Porter Ricks,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Whodini,
The Offenders,
Eric Dolphy,
Little Man,
Lower 48,
Kayak,
Fugazi,
Infiniti,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Techniques,
Girls At Our Best!,
Isaac Hayes,
Khruangbin,
Zero Boys,
Q and Not U,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Livin' Joy,
Letta Mbulu,
Fatback Band,
Yellowson,
Curtis Mayfield,
Ronnie Foster,
Janne Schatter,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Tremeloes,
Chris Corsano,
Moss Icon,
Ken Boothe,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Doors,
Ralphi Rosario,
Rites of Spring,
Fat Boys,
Slick Rick,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Nation of Ulysses,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Jerry's Kids,
Maleditus Sound,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Faraquet,
Excepter,
Jeff Mills,
Sonny Sharrock,
Subhumans,
H. Thieme,
Gichy Dan,
Amon Düül,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Gories,
Duran Duran,
kango's stein massive,
The Seeds,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Panda Bear, Panda Bear, Panda Bear, Panda Bear.
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.