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 Morocco and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Paris.
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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Don Cherry 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 The Red Krayola. All the underground hits.
All Aswad tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Skaos 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a JFA record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Zapp,
June Days,
Neil Young,
Siglo XX,
Jacob Miller,
Reagan Youth,
Arab on Radar,
Stockholm Monsters,
Iggy Pop,
Khruangbin,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Blossom Toes,
Delta 5,
Fear,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Procol Harum,
Johnny Osbourne,
Eve St. Jones,
Smog,
Brand Nubian,
Main Source,
Albert Ayler,
Gang Starr,
The Motions,
D'Angelo,
Country Teasers,
Joe Finger,
Rapeman,
Eric Dolphy,
Sandy B,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Scion,
Simply Red,
Eden Ahbez,
Sound Behaviour,
Minnie Riperton,
The Velvet Underground,
Skaos,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Johnny Clarke,
Ultimate Spinach,
Ralphi Rosario,
Erasure,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Standells,
The Neon Judgement,
Monolake,
The Pop Group,
Marmalade,
Circle Jerks,
the Association,
The Blackbyrds,
The Misunderstood,
Ultravox,
Outsiders,
Frankie Knuckles,
10cc,
The Wake,
Eli Mardock, Eli Mardock, Eli Mardock, Eli Mardock.
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.