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 Namibia and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 Cal Tjader to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Gang Gang Dance. All the underground hits.
All The Gap Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sandy B 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lightning Bolt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Parry Music,
EPMD,
Stiv Bators,
Skarface,
Johnny Osbourne,
Lalo Schifrin,
Organ,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Wally Richardson,
Howard Jones,
John Lydon,
CMW,
Radio Birdman,
Joe Finger,
Fugazi,
Pet Shop Boys,
Kaleidoscope,
Nils Olav,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Au Pairs,
Boogie Down Productions,
Jerry's Kids,
Sarah Menescal,
The Doors,
Shoche,
Brass Construction,
48th St. Collective,
Soft Machine,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Cheater Slicks,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Tom Boy,
Popol Vuh,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Boredoms,
Swans,
Grey Daturas,
Q65,
Lungfish,
Sparks,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Duran Duran,
Cybotron,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Livin' Joy,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Newcleus,
Unwound,
The Electric Prunes,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
R.M.O.,
the Human League,
Faust,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Glenn Branca,
FM Einheit,
Roger Hodgson,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Neu!,
Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay.
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.