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 Korea North and from Toronto.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Letta Mbulu 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 Excepter. All the underground hits.
All Fugazi tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Monks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wings record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Black Flag,
Mantronix,
Ralphi Rosario,
DNA,
Whodini,
Lindisfarne,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Birthday Party,
Roger Hodgson,
Camouflage,
8 Eyed Spy,
New Order,
Sight & Sound,
Joe Smooth,
Donny Hathaway,
Iggy Pop,
Bill Near,
Infiniti,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Smiths,
Ornette Coleman,
Fluxion,
B.T. Express,
Intrusion,
Brand Nubian,
Los Fastidios,
Lalann,
Kurtis Blow,
The Evens,
Qualms,
Warren Ellis,
Nico,
Sound Behaviour,
AZ,
Maurizio,
Barry Ungar,
R.M.O.,
T.S.O.L.,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Cybotron,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Five Americans,
The Toasters,
Amon Düül,
48th St. Collective,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Minor Threat,
the Association,
Grey Daturas,
Underground Resistance,
the Bar-Kays,
The Motions,
Johnny Clarke,
Pole,
Archie Shepp,
Marc Almond,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Velvet Underground,
Bad Manners,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Deakin, Deakin, Deakin, Deakin.
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.