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 Togo and from Lyon.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Alice Coltrane to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Crash Course in Science. All the underground hits.
All Jerry's Kids tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultimate Spinach record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Andrew Hill record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Flag,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Funky Four + One,
Bobby Byrd,
A Certain Ratio,
Electric Prunes,
Swans,
Lalann,
Robert Wyatt,
OOIOO,
The Saints,
Unwound,
The Associates,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Niagra,
Infiniti,
Idris Muhammad,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Remains,
Kerri Chandler,
The Dead C,
Gong,
Donald Byrd,
Gabor Szabo,
Amon Düül,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Golliwogs,
Glenn Branca,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Parry Music,
Urselle,
Gerry Rafferty,
Metal Thangz,
Royal Trux,
Monolake,
The Misunderstood,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
John Coltrane,
Pharoah Sanders,
Accadde A,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Cure,
Lyres,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Roy Ayers,
Radiopuhelimet,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Dead Boys,
Blancmange,
The Beau Brummels,
Angry Samoans,
Suicide,
Surgeon,
The Black Dice,
The Pop Group,
Fela Kuti,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Drive Like Jehu, Drive Like Jehu, Drive Like Jehu, Drive Like Jehu.
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.