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 Canada and from Portland.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Von Mondo to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Cosmic Jokers. All the underground hits.
All Isaac Hayes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Don Cherry record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 rhodes and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Robert Hood record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Avey Tare,
Harry Pussy,
Roger Hodgson,
Crispy Ambulance,
Faust,
Janne Schatter,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Barrington Levy,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Vogues,
Rufus Thomas,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Boogie Down Productions,
Arthur Verocai,
Hashim,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Lungfish,
The Dead C,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Bauhaus,
E-Dancer,
Bobby Sherman,
Mars,
Alton Ellis,
Intrusion,
Kerrie Biddell,
Joe Smooth,
Lucky Dragons,
Iggy Pop,
Second Layer,
PIL,
Little Man,
Buzzcocks,
Kayak,
Kool Moe Dee,
New York Dolls,
The Fall,
Terrestrial Tones,
Gichy Dan,
Graham Central Station,
Echospace,
The Residents,
Moby Grape,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Dawn Penn,
Hardrive,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Main Source,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Amazonics,
Juan Atkins,
Niagra,
Maleditus Sound,
Drive Like Jehu,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Offenders,
Hasil Adkins,
Yellowson,
Make Up,
Infiniti,
Dark Day,
Don Cherry, Don Cherry, Don Cherry, Don Cherry.
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.