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 Venezuela and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Last Poets 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 Rites of Spring. All the underground hits.
All Average White Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Letta Mbulu 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Buckinghams record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sixth Finger,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Vladislav Delay,
Main Source,
LL Cool J,
Gabor Szabo,
Bush Tetras,
Intrusion,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Shuggie Otis,
The Mojo Men,
Pharoah Sanders,
Jesper Dahlback,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Derrick May,
Eddi Front,
The Zeros,
Crime,
Black Moon,
Boz Scaggs,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
EPMD,
Jandek,
Icehouse,
Dead Boys,
The Black Dice,
MC5,
Stockholm Monsters,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
John Cale,
Terrestrial Tones,
Gong,
Al Stewart,
OOIOO,
The Moody Blues,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Blossom Toes,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Pylon,
Ice-T,
Ronan,
Deadbeat,
Moby Grape,
Nik Kershaw,
Lightning Bolt,
Joe Finger,
Cluster,
Slave,
Metal Thangz,
Eyeless In Gaza,
DJ Style,
Massinfluence,
The Red Krayola,
Amon Düül II,
Das Ding,
Archie Shepp,
Patti Smith,
The Martian,
Pet Shop Boys,
Von Mondo,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Dual Sessions, Dual Sessions, Dual Sessions, Dual Sessions.
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.