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 East Timor and from Mumbai.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 jazz 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 L. Decosne. All the underground hits.
All Sugar Minott tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Arthur Verocai 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Donald Byrd record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Quantec,
Delon & Dalcan,
Henry Cow,
Josef K,
Sällskapet,
Barrington Levy,
Make Up,
Nation of Ulysses,
X-102,
Public Image Ltd.,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Yellowson,
Pulsallama,
The Invisible,
Isaac Hayes,
Yaz,
Monks,
cv313,
In Retrospect,
Scientists,
The Fugs,
Hashim,
Sex Pistols,
Harmonia,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Barracudas,
Juan Atkins,
Prince Buster,
The Blues Magoos,
The Gap Band,
Minutemen,
Sister Nancy,
Nico,
Sonny Sharrock,
Lightning Bolt,
Franke,
ABBA,
OOIOO,
Ituana,
Symarip,
Kayak,
Albert Ayler,
The Saints,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Chris & Cosey,
Anakelly,
Donny Hathaway,
Y Pants,
Television Personalities,
The United States of America,
Youth Brigade,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Lee Hazlewood,
Deadbeat,
Babytalk,
Ken Boothe,
The Victims,
The Real Kids,
Can,
The Motions,
Livin' Joy, Livin' Joy, Livin' Joy, Livin' Joy.
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.