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 San Marino and from Spokane.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Sun Ra Arkestra to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Mojo Men. All the underground hits.
All Sunsets and Hearts tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Adolescents 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roger Hodgson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Archie Shepp,
Fatback Band,
Danielle Patucci,
Technova,
Mad Mike,
8 Eyed Spy,
Sandy B,
The Names,
Television,
La Düsseldorf,
Ossler,
Pulsallama,
Cecil Taylor,
Brass Construction,
John Coltrane,
Aural Exciters,
48th St. Collective,
The Stooges,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Whodini,
Byron Stingily,
Goldenarms,
Suicide,
Frankie Knuckles,
Q and Not U,
Gerry Rafferty,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
LL Cool J,
June of 44,
Kevin Saunderson,
Stereo Dub,
Nick Fraelich,
The Durutti Column,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Aaron Thompson,
The Velvet Underground,
Todd Terry,
Black Sheep,
The Standells,
Wolf Eyes,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Sound,
Radiopuhelimet,
Zapp,
Bill Near,
Heaven 17,
Harmonia,
Index,
T. Rex,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Steve Hackett,
Robert Hood,
The Wake,
Black Pus,
Livin' Joy,
Maurizio,
The Knickerbockers,
Hashim,
Kerrie Biddell,
Crime,
Alison Limerick,
Gregory Isaacs, Gregory Isaacs, Gregory Isaacs, Gregory Isaacs.
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.