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 Cambodia and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970.
I was there at the first Onyeabor show in Enugu.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 sitar 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 Skriet to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Scion. All the underground hits.
All Minor Threat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Coltrane record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 chamberlin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ash Ra Tempel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Skarface,
The Knickerbockers,
Talk Talk,
The Modern Lovers,
The Monks,
Isaac Hayes,
The Associates,
Adolescents,
Dual Sessions,
Lakeside,
Amon Düül,
The Shadows of Knight,
Mandrill,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Techniques,
Sonic Youth,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Kinks,
Barbara Tucker,
Cheater Slicks,
Warren Ellis,
Patti Smith,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Letta Mbulu,
Jandek,
X-102,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Youth Brigade,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Sarah Menescal,
Moss Icon,
Roy Ayers,
Gang of Four,
Peter and Kerry,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Oneida,
Jesper Dahlback,
Bill Near,
Shuggie Otis,
Quando Quango,
Pussy Galore,
Drive Like Jehu,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Yazoo,
The Index,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Iggy Pop,
The Human League,
the Sonics,
Eden Ahbez,
The Dirtbombs,
Zero Boys,
Eric Copeland,
This Heat,
Jeff Lynne,
Con Funk Shun,
The Residents, The Residents, The Residents, The Residents.
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.