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 Comoros and from Spokane.
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 Shanghai and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 Skarface to the grunge 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 Lebanon Hanover. All the underground hits.
All Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lee Hazlewood record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a It's A Beautiful Day record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Zapp,
48th St. Collective,
Fatback Band,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Ituana,
Mary Jane Girls,
Andrew Hill,
Mission of Burma,
In Retrospect,
Mad Mike,
Animal Collective,
Dead Boys,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Panda Bear,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Clear Light,
The Alarm Clocks,
Rufus Thomas,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Deepchord,
Dorothy Ashby,
the Germs,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Offenders,
The Flesh Eaters,
Toni Rubio,
The Litter,
Cecil Taylor,
Sun City Girls,
Ultimate Spinach,
Mantronix,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Q65,
Black Moon,
The Raincoats,
Junior Murvin,
Kayak,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Young Rascals,
Rotary Connection,
Black Sheep,
Scratch Acid,
Youth Brigade,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Fuzztones,
OOIOO,
Ossler,
Brothers Johnson,
Janne Schatter,
X-Ray Spex,
Accadde A,
Spoonie Gee,
Bad Manners,
Kaleidoscope,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Letta Mbulu,
AZ,
Max Romeo,
These Immortal Souls,
Ajijia Myrayebe, Ajijia Myrayebe, Ajijia Myrayebe, Ajijia Myrayebe.
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.