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 Hungary and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the güiro 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 Cal Tjader to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Scott Walker + Sunn O))). All the underground hits.
All Brand Nubian tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Slits 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kayak record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Public Enemy,
Infiniti,
Avey Tare,
Jawbox,
The Grass Roots,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Radiopuhelimet,
Suburban Knight,
The Blues Magoos,
EPMD,
The Black Dice,
the Normal,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Sixth Finger,
Marcia Griffiths,
Marvin Gaye,
Howard Jones,
Black Sheep,
Mantronix,
The Knickerbockers,
Audionom,
Throbbing Gristle,
Cybotron,
Lakeside,
Lyres,
Girls At Our Best!,
Barbara Tucker,
Nation of Ulysses,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Sonics,
Essential Logic,
Fear,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Pulsallama,
Amon Düül II,
the Slits,
The Seeds,
June of 44,
Surgeon,
Yellowson,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Youth Brigade,
Bad Manners,
Warsaw,
Dual Sessions,
Pantaleimon,
Sister Nancy,
Camouflage,
FM Einheit,
Nick Fraelich,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Happenings,
E-Dancer,
Moebius,
Stockholm Monsters,
Television,
Gregory Isaacs,
Hot Snakes,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Bootsy Collins,
Brand Nubian, Brand Nubian, Brand Nubian, Brand Nubian.
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.