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 Egypt and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Louis and Bebe Barron to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 New Christs. All the underground hits.
All Marmalade tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Essential Logic 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a LL Cool J record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lower 48,
Stiv Bators,
The Index,
Animal Collective,
Mission of Burma,
Crispy Ambulance,
Ten City,
Cecil Taylor,
Wire,
Radio Birdman,
Graham Central Station,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Thee Headcoats,
Gastr Del Sol,
Deadbeat,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
John Holt,
Junior Murvin,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Model 500,
Echospace,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Man Eating Sloth,
Tres Demented,
Gregory Isaacs,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
X-102,
Robert Hood,
New Age Steppers,
Mary Jane Girls,
Moss Icon,
The Flesh Eaters,
Babytalk,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
June Days,
a-ha,
The Sonics,
Eden Ahbez,
Loose Ends,
Black Sheep,
Wings,
The Seeds,
the Germs,
The Moleskins,
Maleditus Sound,
Ohio Players,
Lalo Schifrin,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Arcadia,
Mr. Review,
Radiohead,
Blancmange,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Names,
Cybotron,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Jandek,
The Real Kids,
Slave,
It's A Beautiful Day, It's A Beautiful Day, It's A Beautiful Day, It's A Beautiful Day.
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.