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 Maldives and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 Lille and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Second Layer to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Ultimate Spinach. All the underground hits.
All Monks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Skaos 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mary Jane Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Archie Shepp,
Jacob Miller,
F. McDonald,
Easy Going,
Eric Copeland,
Isaac Hayes,
X-102,
Theoretical Girls,
Harry Pussy,
The Red Krayola,
Rotary Connection,
Traffic Nightmare,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
John Coltrane,
Inner City,
Ornette Coleman,
Janne Schatter,
Loose Ends,
Leonard Cohen,
Eddi Front,
D'Angelo,
Big Daddy Kane,
Camberwell Now,
Lou Reed,
B.T. Express,
KRS-One,
David Bowie,
Tommy Roe,
Black Bananas,
Camouflage,
Dawn Penn,
Deadbeat,
Junior Murvin,
Albert Ayler,
The Searchers,
The Fugs,
Kurtis Blow,
Suicide,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Ten City,
Wally Richardson,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Blackbyrds,
Absolute Body Control,
Fugazi,
Suburban Knight,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Lee Hazlewood,
Matthew Bourne,
Audionom,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Smoke,
The Moleskins,
The Angels of Light,
Monolake,
Sonic Youth,
Radiopuhelimet,
Sun Ra,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
China Crisis,
The Count Five,
Girls At Our Best!,
Boredoms, Boredoms, Boredoms, Boredoms.
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.