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 Winnipeg.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 guitar 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 Khruangbin to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Avey Tare. All the underground hits.
All DJ Sneak tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gil Scott Heron 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Names record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jerry's Kids,
Newcleus,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
AZ,
Junior Murvin,
Don Cherry,
Glambeats Corp.,
Motorama,
Lee Hazlewood,
Reagan Youth,
Tom Boy,
Byron Stingily,
Alison Limerick,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Saints,
John Holt,
Ultravox,
The Gladiators,
Eric Dolphy,
Judy Mowatt,
Heaven 17,
Scott Walker,
Eden Ahbez,
Donald Byrd,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Flesh Eaters,
Colin Newman,
Bauhaus,
Fifty Foot Hose,
L. Decosne,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Tim Buckley,
Alice Coltrane,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Scrapy,
Model 500,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Lucky Dragons,
Desert Stars,
Organ,
Mission of Burma,
Amazonics,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Siglo XX,
Television,
8 Eyed Spy,
Terry Callier,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Ronnie Foster,
Nirvana,
Mars,
Deakin,
The Moody Blues,
Gang Starr,
Amon Düül II,
Livin' Joy,
Ralphi Rosario,
Wally Richardson,
Lindisfarne,
Radiopuhelimet,
Glenn Branca, Glenn Branca, Glenn Branca, Glenn Branca.
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.