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 Bulgaria and from New York.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 sitar 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 Peter and Kerry 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 Kurtis Blow. All the underground hits.
All Sun Ra Arkestra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pulsallama 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gun Club record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Freddie Wadling,
Radio Birdman,
The Zeros,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Groovy Waters,
Aaron Thompson,
Suicide,
The Music Machine,
The Human League,
the Sonics,
Lindisfarne,
Porter Ricks,
Nico,
China Crisis,
Gerry Rafferty,
K-Klass,
Newcleus,
Unwound,
Boz Scaggs,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Fatback Band,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Modern Lovers,
Goldenarms,
Oneida,
Charles Mingus,
Gabor Szabo,
EPMD,
Khruangbin,
cv313,
Pussy Galore,
Dorothy Ashby,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Livin' Joy,
These Immortal Souls,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Bobby Womack,
Joensuu 1685,
Pharoah Sanders,
Swans,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Davy DMX,
Shuggie Otis,
Q65,
Skriet,
Albert Ayler,
Henry Cow,
Idris Muhammad,
Bronski Beat,
Lebanon Hanover,
Cymande,
In Retrospect,
Radiohead,
Letta Mbulu,
Gang Starr,
The Martian,
Tres Demented,
Echospace,
Faraquet,
Bobby Sherman,
Ronnie Foster, Ronnie Foster, Ronnie Foster, Ronnie Foster.
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.