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 Sierra Leone and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Delhi.
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 arpeggiator 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 Fatback Band to the disco 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 Radiohead. All the underground hits.
All Frankie Knuckles tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every T. Rex record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Underground Resistance record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Henry Cow,
Jawbox,
Donald Byrd,
Carl Craig,
KRS-One,
Los Fastidios,
Chrome,
Nik Kershaw,
Easy Going,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Minor Threat,
Nas,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Quando Quango,
Echospace,
Darondo,
Clear Light,
Essential Logic,
The Barracudas,
The Martian,
The Selecter,
Joy Division,
The United States of America,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Gichy Dan,
Quadrant,
Girls At Our Best!,
Altered Images,
Terry Callier,
Lucky Dragons,
Magma,
Jerry Gold Smith,
the Normal,
Crooked Eye,
Barry Ungar,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Reagan Youth,
Flipper,
Grauzone,
Ossler,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Kas Product,
Ultra Naté,
Arthur Verocai,
Black Flag,
The Litter,
Make Up,
The Golliwogs,
The Grass Roots,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Sam Rivers,
Camouflage,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Maleditus Sound,
Don Cherry,
The New Christs,
Eurythmics,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Procol Harum,
Second Layer,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Fugazi,
The Five Americans, The Five Americans, The Five Americans, The Five Americans.
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.