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 Norway and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 Larry & the Blue Notes to the jazz 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 Amazonics. All the underground hits.
All Joey Negro tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Animal Collective record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 snare and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a F. McDonald record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The American Breed,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Pantytec,
The Smoke,
The Blackbyrds,
Public Image Ltd.,
Crispy Ambulance,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Grey Daturas,
Gregory Isaacs,
Pylon,
Marc Almond,
New Order,
The Offenders,
John Lydon,
Eurythmics,
Camberwell Now,
The Pop Group,
The Gap Band,
Camouflage,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
T. Rex,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
D'Angelo,
Cameo,
Severed Heads,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Tubeway Army,
Smog,
The Buckinghams,
The Shadows of Knight,
Carl Craig,
Grandmaster Flash,
Junior Murvin,
Bluetip,
The Electric Prunes,
Fela Kuti,
The Zeros,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Main Source,
Traffic Nightmare,
Henry Cow,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Robert Hood,
Pole,
Bill Near,
Hashim,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Half Japanese,
John Coltrane,
The Skatalites,
The Black Dice,
Drive Like Jehu,
Gil Scott Heron,
Oneida,
Danielle Patucci,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Evens,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Beau Brummels,
The Human League,
Saccharine Trust, Saccharine Trust, Saccharine Trust, Saccharine Trust.
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.