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 Tonga and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 Amon Düül II to the funk 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 Ralphi Rosario. All the underground hits.
All Minutemen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kool Moe Dee 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kevin Saunderson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bob Dylan,
Whodini,
Minutemen,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Bang On A Can,
The Durutti Column,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
David Bowie,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Brand Nubian,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Golliwogs,
CMW,
Janne Schatter,
Graham Central Station,
Black Flag,
ABC,
The Sonics,
This Heat,
Make Up,
The Gories,
Popol Vuh,
Sound Behaviour,
Eddi Front,
The Doobie Brothers,
the Sonics,
Ten City,
Sällskapet,
Andrew Hill,
K-Klass,
KRS-One,
Moby Grape,
Agitation Free,
Ice-T,
Donny Hathaway,
The Index,
Charles Mingus,
Traffic Nightmare,
Skriet,
Scion,
Boz Scaggs,
Tom Boy,
Soulsonic Force,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Hasil Adkins,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Red Krayola,
Blossom Toes,
Depeche Mode,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Jeff Lynne,
Camouflage,
Junior Murvin,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Piero Umiliani,
Warren Ellis,
Lalo Schifrin,
JFA,
Black Bananas,
a-ha,
FM Einheit,
Crime,
Eden Ahbez,
Interpol, Interpol, Interpol, Interpol.
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.