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 Moldova and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 Tom Verlaine 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 Normal to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Rahsaan Roland Kirk. All the underground hits.
All Jeru the Damaja tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Second Layer record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 sitar and an organ 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 chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bootsy Collins,
The Fuzztones,
Unrelated Segments,
Howard Jones,
Gang Gang Dance,
Spoonie Gee,
Darondo,
The Red Krayola,
Girls At Our Best!,
Model 500,
Crooked Eye,
Theoretical Girls,
Black Flag,
B.T. Express,
Subhumans,
CMW,
Arcadia,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Rites of Spring,
the Association,
Bobby Byrd,
Gregory Isaacs,
Ultimate Spinach,
Little Man,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Cameo,
This Heat,
DNA,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Ken Boothe,
The Buckinghams,
Massinfluence,
Mission of Burma,
Gong,
June Days,
Rekid,
Minor Threat,
Jawbox,
Byron Stingily,
Joey Negro,
the Fania All-Stars,
Inner City,
Joensuu 1685,
Nik Kershaw,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Bobby Sherman,
Brand Nubian,
Eve St. Jones,
The Misunderstood,
Janne Schatter,
Yellowson,
Eli Mardock,
Sonic Youth,
Drexciya,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Angry Samoans,
Jimmy McGriff,
Soul II Soul,
Marshall Jefferson,
Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye.
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.