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 Nicaragua and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Black Bananas to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Charles Mingus. All the underground hits.
All Schoolly D tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Electric Prunes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 theremin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kenny Larkin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang Gang Dance,
Groovy Waters,
David Bowie,
Ossler,
Curtis Mayfield,
Black Sheep,
Flamin' Groovies,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Monks,
Donald Byrd,
Crime,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Steve Hackett,
Dennis Brown,
Anthony Braxton,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Vogues,
Outsiders,
MC5,
Pole,
Little Man,
Freddie Wadling,
Underground Resistance,
The Smoke,
Max Romeo,
Scott Walker,
Basic Channel,
Pantytec,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
DNA,
A Certain Ratio,
Nirvana,
The Cure,
Main Source,
Sly & The Family Stone,
the Sonics,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Quantec,
Wally Richardson,
Lightning Bolt,
Mr. Review,
Vainqueur,
Jeff Mills,
Minor Threat,
Eric Copeland,
The Dead C,
David McCallum,
Oblivians,
Loose Ends,
Warsaw,
Yusef Lateef,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Kerri Chandler,
Pierre Henry,
The Residents,
Interpol,
Sister Nancy,
June Days,
the Swans,
Scan 7,
Clear Light,
Zero Boys, Zero Boys, Zero Boys, Zero Boys.
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.