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 Benin and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Morten Harket to the crunk 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 CMW. All the underground hits.
All Eurythmics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ralphi Rosario record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Khruangbin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
A Flock of Seagulls,
Roy Ayers,
Cymande,
Todd Terry,
Kerrie Biddell,
Hasil Adkins,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Soul II Soul,
Man Eating Sloth,
Wings,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Angels of Light,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Stetsasonic,
The Modern Lovers,
Crime,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Crash Course in Science,
Procol Harum,
Mo-Dettes,
The Fuzztones,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Bill Wells,
Glambeats Corp.,
Von Mondo,
The Slits,
Qualms,
the Slits,
David McCallum,
Groovy Waters,
Ohio Players,
Cecil Taylor,
Nick Fraelich,
Arthur Verocai,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Panda Bear,
Section 25,
The Martian,
Sun Ra,
Mr. Review,
Animal Collective,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Wire,
Gregory Isaacs,
Whodini,
Throbbing Gristle,
Pole,
Ash Ra Tempel,
EPMD,
Black Moon,
the Germs,
The Sonics,
H. Thieme,
Stockholm Monsters,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Pierre Henry,
the Swans,
Letta Mbulu,
Talk Talk,
Mad Mike, Mad Mike, Mad Mike, Mad Mike.
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.