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 Mongolia and from Salvador.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 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 Tomorrow to the rock 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 Y Pants. All the underground hits.
All Arab on Radar tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every World's Most 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Girls At Our Best! record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Robert Hood,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Scan 7,
Althea and Donna,
Parry Music,
Eric Copeland,
Q and Not U,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Agent Orange,
Godley & Creme,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Flamin' Groovies,
Sugar Minott,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
UT,
Soul Sonic Force,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Prince Buster,
the Slits,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Frankie Knuckles,
Hardrive,
The Busters,
Scientists,
Joyce Sims,
Spandau Ballet,
World's Most,
In Retrospect,
U.S. Maple,
Pharoah Sanders,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Grauzone,
Tomorrow,
Stetsasonic,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Sonics,
Lou Reed,
Gichy Dan,
The Vogues,
Maleditus Sound,
Rod Modell,
EPMD,
Deepchord,
Mission of Burma,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Count Five,
Mo-Dettes,
The Sound,
Nico,
Circle Jerks,
Lightning Bolt,
Brothers Johnson,
Kenny Larkin,
Cluster,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Durutti Column,
The Gladiators,
Mandrill,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
MC5,
Kerri Chandler, Kerri Chandler, Kerri Chandler, Kerri Chandler.
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.