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 Mexico and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 David Bowie 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 Patti Smith to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Index. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Hutcherson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DJ Sneak 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rosa Yemen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Arcadia,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Toasters,
Jacques Brel,
Joe Smooth,
Grauzone,
Al Stewart,
Vainqueur,
One Last Wish,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Pharoah Sanders,
Funkadelic,
Los Fastidios,
Howard Jones,
Sugar Minott,
Kayak,
F. McDonald,
Man Eating Sloth,
Derrick May,
Pantaleimon,
Bob Dylan,
Barbara Tucker,
Tomorrow,
Oneida,
Jerry Gold Smith,
EPMD,
Marmalade,
Iggy Pop,
Michelle Simonal,
Gregory Isaacs,
Can,
Gang Gang Dance,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Neil Young,
Blake Baxter,
Lower 48,
Ice-T,
Theoretical Girls,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Faraquet,
The Dead C,
Eric Copeland,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Index,
Quando Quango,
Hoover,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Eve St. Jones,
Eddi Front,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
New York Dolls,
Sandy B,
Duran Duran,
Johnny Clarke,
Bizarre Inc.,
Sun Ra,
Royal Trux,
Bobby Sherman,
The Angels of Light,
Cluster,
Tubeway Army,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Banda Bassotti, Banda Bassotti, Banda Bassotti, Banda Bassotti.
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.