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 Iraq and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the sitar 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 Rahsaan Roland Kirk to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band. All the underground hits.
All The Seeds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Absolute Body Control record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 marimba and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Lakeside,
R.M.O.,
The Victims,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
X-102,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Big Daddy Kane,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Moss Icon,
Cymande,
Ornette Coleman,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Sun Ra,
Procol Harum,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Thompson Twins,
One Last Wish,
The Angels of Light,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
UT,
Television,
Eric B and Rakim,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
John Coltrane,
Reuben Wilson,
Animal Collective,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Standells,
Fatback Band,
Au Pairs,
David McCallum,
The Beau Brummels,
Jesper Dahlback,
OOIOO,
T.S.O.L.,
Sarah Menescal,
Crash Course in Science,
The Mummies,
Pylon,
Fear,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Ken Boothe,
F. McDonald,
Dennis Brown,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Eddi Front,
48th St. Collective,
Mark Hollis,
Lindisfarne,
Dead Boys,
John Holt,
The Count Five,
Public Enemy,
Barry Ungar,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Red Krayola,
China Crisis,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Lou Reed, Lou Reed, Lou Reed, Lou Reed.
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.