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 Zambia and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Y Pants to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Birthday Party. All the underground hits.
All Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nation of Ulysses record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Angry Samoans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
David Bowie,
Eric Copeland,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Cal Tjader,
Lalann,
The Misunderstood,
Letta Mbulu,
Guru Guru,
Rekid,
Agitation Free,
Lucky Dragons,
Negative Approach,
Scratch Acid,
The Count Five,
Gichy Dan,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Dirtbombs,
KRS-One,
Leonard Cohen,
Deadbeat,
The Gladiators,
Make Up,
Talk Talk,
Joensuu 1685,
Ponytail,
Morten Harket,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Tres Demented,
The Golliwogs,
Loose Ends,
Brothers Johnson,
Ohio Players,
Neil Young,
Dave Gahan,
Archie Shepp,
The Shadows of Knight,
Barry Ungar,
Excepter,
Erasure,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Byron Stingily,
Fear,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Deepchord,
Bush Tetras,
Swell Maps,
Donald Byrd,
Banda Bassotti,
Grey Daturas,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Jeff Lynne,
Aloha Tigers,
The Velvet Underground,
AZ,
Public Image Ltd.,
Con Funk Shun,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Lower 48,
Don Cherry,
Kool Moe Dee,
World's Most,
Hoover, Hoover, Hoover, Hoover.
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.