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 Indonesia and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Paris.
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 güiro 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 Piero Umiliani to the punk 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 Johnny Clarke. All the underground hits.
All Newcleus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mary Jane Girls 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Con Funk Shun record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Count Five,
Gabor Szabo,
Fugazi,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Dead Boys,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Neu!,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Yusef Lateef,
Vladislav Delay,
Aural Exciters,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Remains,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Pantaleimon,
Glenn Branca,
New Age Steppers,
T. Rex,
The Tremeloes,
Brick,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Carl Craig,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Index,
Zero Boys,
Lakeside,
Blake Baxter,
Sun Ra,
The Dead C,
The Selecter,
The Wake,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Moby Grape,
Khruangbin,
The Angels of Light,
Soul II Soul,
the Swans,
The Standells,
A Certain Ratio,
Sun City Girls,
Can,
Hoover,
Joyce Sims,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Smog,
ABC,
Terrestrial Tones,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Music Machine,
Inner City,
Colin Newman,
The Vogues,
Jimmy McGriff,
Black Moon,
Godley & Creme,
Hasil Adkins,
Franke,
Minor Threat,
Pole, Pole, Pole, Pole.
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.