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 Madagascar and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 The Jesus and Mary Chain to the funk 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 Sonics. All the underground hits.
All Roy Ayers Ubiquity tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The J.B.'s 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dorothy Ashby record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
K-Klass,
Young Marble Giants,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Seeds,
Fela Kuti,
Lebanon Hanover,
Sexual Harrassment,
Spandau Ballet,
Sex Pistols,
Khruangbin,
Man Eating Sloth,
Kurtis Blow,
These Immortal Souls,
Average White Band,
Severed Heads,
Fear,
Robert Görl,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Yusef Lateef,
Scrapy,
Deakin,
Youth Brigade,
Dawn Penn,
Minny Pops,
Juan Atkins,
F. McDonald,
Drive Like Jehu,
Surgeon,
D'Angelo,
Kas Product,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Whodini,
Von Mondo,
The Young Rascals,
Alice Coltrane,
Tres Demented,
The Angels of Light,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Mars,
Radiopuhelimet,
Mandrill,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Agent Orange,
Arcadia,
Eric Copeland,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Brothers Johnson,
The Divine Comedy,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
John Lydon,
Jacob Miller,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Con Funk Shun,
PIL,
Radio Birdman,
Blake Baxter,
Chris & Cosey,
Ituana,
Lindisfarne,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Donald Byrd, Donald Byrd, Donald Byrd, Donald Byrd.
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.