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 Marshall Islands and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Faust to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Deadbeat. All the underground hits.
All Mad Mike tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Smoke record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 marimba and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Manfred Mann's Earth Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Thee Headcoats,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Eden Ahbez,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Little Man,
Harpers Bizarre,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Quantec,
Angry Samoans,
Brand Nubian,
MDC,
The Star Department,
The Kinks,
Iggy Pop,
Terry Callier,
Don Cherry,
The Toasters,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Vogues,
Tomorrow,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Lou Christie,
Sunsets and Hearts,
David Bowie,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Flipper,
Steve Hackett,
David Axelrod,
New Age Steppers,
Whodini,
Gang Starr,
Marc Almond,
The J.B.'s,
Nico,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Divine Comedy,
Gichy Dan,
Pet Shop Boys,
Pharoah Sanders,
ABBA,
Pierre Henry,
The Gories,
June of 44,
Rites of Spring,
This Heat,
Sun City Girls,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Kurtis Blow,
Stiv Bators,
T. Rex,
10cc,
The New Christs,
Althea and Donna,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Lebanon Hanover,
Dark Day,
Maleditus Sound,
Camberwell Now,
Hasil Adkins, Hasil Adkins, Hasil Adkins, Hasil Adkins.
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.