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 Armenia and from Mumbai.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and New York.
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 guitar 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 Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo to the jazz 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 Kerri Chandler. All the underground hits.
All Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gap Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 guitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Funkadelic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dawn Penn,
The Stooges,
Toni Rubio,
Supertramp,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Chrome,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Hoover,
Juan Atkins,
Stiv Bators,
Black Bananas,
kango's stein massive,
the Association,
Arthur Verocai,
Sixth Finger,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
John Holt,
Mr. Review,
Graham Central Station,
Boz Scaggs,
Terrestrial Tones,
Blancmange,
Amon Düül,
Steve Hackett,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Residents,
Slick Rick,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Sun Ra,
Wings,
Prince Buster,
Lebanon Hanover,
Radio Birdman,
Section 25,
The Zeros,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Eric Copeland,
Unwound,
Oneida,
Arcadia,
The Smiths,
Jandek,
Curtis Mayfield,
Little Man,
Intrusion,
Soul II Soul,
Joe Finger,
Black Moon,
Dead Boys,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Avey Tare,
Technova,
Mark Hollis,
Camouflage,
The Motions,
Reuben Wilson,
The Black Dice,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Jawbox,
Bush Tetras,
Flamin' Groovies,
E-Dancer,
Soul Sonic Force,
Porter Ricks, Porter Ricks, Porter Ricks, Porter Ricks.
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.