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 Armenia and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 guitar 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 Darondo to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Altered Images. All the underground hits.
All Morten Harket tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Quando Quango record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 an arpeggiator and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Excepter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Unrelated Segments,
Traffic Nightmare,
Aswad,
Byron Stingily,
The Music Machine,
KRS-One,
The Mummies,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
U.S. Maple,
Boz Scaggs,
The Shadows of Knight,
Yusef Lateef,
Niagra,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Josef K,
Ronnie Foster,
Section 25,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Monolake,
Kurtis Blow,
John Holt,
The Grass Roots,
Kenny Larkin,
Lalo Schifrin,
Severed Heads,
Soulsonic Force,
Ralphi Rosario,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Nik Kershaw,
Absolute Body Control,
Dead Boys,
Supertramp,
Mission of Burma,
Marmalade,
Japan,
Warsaw,
Hoover,
EPMD,
Barclay James Harvest,
Half Japanese,
David Bowie,
Average White Band,
Lalann,
Roger Hodgson,
The Move,
Qualms,
Lou Christie,
Delta 5,
Lebanon Hanover,
Desert Stars,
The Smoke,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Searchers,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Amon Düül,
Mr. Review,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Basic Channel,
Kaleidoscope,
June Days,
Scan 7,
Terry Callier,
Curtis Mayfield, Curtis Mayfield, Curtis Mayfield, Curtis Mayfield.
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.