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 Ireland and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 Tokyo and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Donald Byrd to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Ken Boothe. All the underground hits.
All Crash Course in Science tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jandek 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Manfred Mann's Earth Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Whodini,
Eden Ahbez,
Danielle Patucci,
Severed Heads,
The Happenings,
Supertramp,
Buzzcocks,
The Dirtbombs,
Rufus Thomas,
Blake Baxter,
Nils Olav,
Avey Tare,
Reagan Youth,
Black Pus,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Negative Approach,
MDC,
Hardrive,
Letta Mbulu,
Skriet,
Young Marble Giants,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Gerry Rafferty,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Howard Jones,
David Bowie,
Clear Light,
The Gun Club,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Pussy Galore,
Soul II Soul,
Fat Boys,
Iggy Pop,
a-ha,
Hot Snakes,
The Wake,
Scan 7,
Porter Ricks,
The Trojans,
Sun City Girls,
Terrestrial Tones,
Ronan,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Moody Blues,
The Leaves,
Moby Grape,
Alice Coltrane,
Eric Copeland,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Average White Band,
the Swans,
Loose Ends,
Kerri Chandler,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Surgeon,
DJ Sneak,
L. Decosne,
The Gap Band,
Lebanon Hanover,
Gong, Gong, Gong, Gong.
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.