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 Somalia and from Bologna.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 Holger Czukay 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 The Index to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 De La Soul & Jungle Brothers. All the underground hits.
All LL Cool J tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tres Demented 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roy Ayers Ubiquity record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Names,
Bob Dylan,
Oblivians,
Marvin Gaye,
Newcleus,
Delon & Dalcan,
Liliput,
Funky Four + One,
Saccharine Trust,
Joey Negro,
Sight & Sound,
Unrelated Segments,
Jeff Lynne,
Simply Red,
Make Up,
Reuben Wilson,
The Blues Magoos,
Vladislav Delay,
The Gap Band,
Khruangbin,
This Heat,
Roy Ayers,
Lower 48,
Blake Baxter,
Mars,
The Leaves,
The Blackbyrds,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Bluetip,
Unwound,
Delta 5,
Audionom,
The Detroit Cobras,
Yazoo,
Thompson Twins,
Swans,
Fear,
David Axelrod,
Livin' Joy,
Steve Hackett,
The Invisible,
Loose Ends,
Agent Orange,
Godley & Creme,
Siglo XX,
Television Personalities,
Scan 7,
Rites of Spring,
Metal Thangz,
Nick Fraelich,
Nils Olav,
Piero Umiliani,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Dead Boys,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Lucky Dragons,
A Certain Ratio,
Heaven 17,
The Seeds,
World's Most,
The Residents,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Robert Hood, Robert Hood, Robert Hood, Robert Hood.
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.