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 Senegal and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 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 The Dead C to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 American Breed. All the underground hits.
All Louis and Bebe Barron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gong record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Leaves record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
D'Angelo,
Q65,
Lou Christie,
Tim Buckley,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Fugs,
Gastr Del Sol,
Jeff Lynne,
Symarip,
The Mummies,
Ronan,
Oneida,
Quantec,
Youth Brigade,
Wasted Youth,
L. Decosne,
Goldenarms,
Bobby Womack,
Skarface,
Kenny Larkin,
Lightning Bolt,
Bootsy Collins,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Cheater Slicks,
The Skatalites,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Neon Judgement,
Niagra,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Mr. Review,
Kool Moe Dee,
Lakeside,
Sam Rivers,
The Cramps,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Desert Stars,
Hardrive,
Patti Smith,
Barry Ungar,
Pulsallama,
Dawn Penn,
Althea and Donna,
Smog,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
H. Thieme,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Fortunes,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Kurtis Blow,
Chrome,
The Invisible,
Eddi Front,
Peter and Kerry,
Lalo Schifrin,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Morten Harket,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Porter Ricks,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Standells,
Mark Hollis,
Pierre Henry, Pierre Henry, Pierre Henry, Pierre Henry.
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.