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 East Timor and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Lyon.
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 Tom Verlaine 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 Soul II Soul to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Icehouse. All the underground hits.
All Minutemen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Sound record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a June Days record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Searchers,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Yellowson,
The Raincoats,
Fatback Band,
LL Cool J,
Chris Corsano,
Roxy Music,
Mr. Review,
Mantronix,
Ornette Coleman,
Minnie Riperton,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
the Association,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Organ,
Wings,
The Litter,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Pulsallama,
Magma,
Donny Hathaway,
Connie Case,
Sun Ra,
Aswad,
Ponytail,
Robert Wyatt,
Liliput,
Tropical Tobacco,
Popol Vuh,
a-ha,
Glenn Branca,
Negative Approach,
Soulsonic Force,
Davy DMX,
Isaac Hayes,
Harmonia,
Amon Düül,
R.M.O.,
Stetsasonic,
Ralphi Rosario,
Lou Reed,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Wire,
Donald Byrd,
Gang of Four,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Bill Wells,
Yazoo,
Q and Not U,
Wolf Eyes,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
China Crisis,
Chris & Cosey,
Amazonics,
Rakim,
Thompson Twins,
Lalann,
June of 44,
Pole,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The American Breed,
Bobby Sherman,
Bizarre Inc., Bizarre Inc., Bizarre Inc., Bizarre Inc..
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.