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 Iran and from Sao Paulo.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Sexual Harrassment to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Eurythmics. All the underground hits.
All Angels of Light & Akron/Family tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rites of Spring record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Angels of Light record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sarah Menescal,
Lindisfarne,
Brothers Johnson,
The Offenders,
Max Romeo,
Little Man,
Traffic Nightmare,
Tomorrow,
Anthony Braxton,
Donald Byrd,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Avey Tare,
Tommy Roe,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Subhumans,
Simply Red,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Eric Dolphy,
EPMD,
Zapp,
The Index,
Theoretical Girls,
Josef K,
Sonny Sharrock,
June of 44,
Kaleidoscope,
Gil Scott Heron,
Neil Young,
Deadbeat,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Standells,
Vladislav Delay,
Oblivians,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Accadde A,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Pierre Henry,
Charles Mingus,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Amon Düül,
The Vogues,
Parry Music,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Saccharine Trust,
Icehouse,
Colin Newman,
Pharoah Sanders,
Iggy Pop,
Blossom Toes,
Silicon Teens,
Derrick Morgan,
The Fuzztones,
X-102,
Patti Smith,
Al Stewart,
Section 25,
The Mummies,
La Düsseldorf,
The Angels of Light,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity, Roy Ayers Ubiquity, Roy Ayers Ubiquity, Roy Ayers Ubiquity.
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.