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 New Zealand and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Ice-T to the funk 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 ABC. All the underground hits.
All Young Marble Giants tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minutemen record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 linndrum and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eli Mardock record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rufus Thomas,
Ronnie Foster,
The Seeds,
The Trojans,
Johnny Osbourne,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Outsiders,
The Residents,
The Young Rascals,
The Count Five,
The Beau Brummels,
The J.B.'s,
Marc Almond,
Echospace,
Arcadia,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Sandy B,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Mantronix,
The Red Krayola,
Toni Rubio,
8 Eyed Spy,
Soft Cell,
Jerry Gold Smith,
T. Rex,
Adolescents,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Bill Wells,
Sällskapet,
Hardrive,
Severed Heads,
Erasure,
Laurel Aitken,
Eve St. Jones,
Robert Görl,
Carl Craig,
Groovy Waters,
Sly & The Family Stone,
48th St. Collective,
The Five Americans,
Sexual Harrassment,
Tears for Fears,
Interpol,
Stereo Dub,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Monks,
Althea and Donna,
Rosa Yemen,
Peter and Kerry,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Model 500,
The Blues Magoos,
Soul II Soul,
The Smoke,
Young Marble Giants,
Ossler,
The Fugs,
Sarah Menescal,
Girls At Our Best!,
Cal Tjader,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Pagans,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Panda Bear, Panda Bear, Panda Bear, Panda Bear.
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.