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 Samoa and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Jimmy McGriff to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 MDC. All the underground hits.
All Metal Thangz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Newcleus record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Terrestrial Tones record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba 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?
Sällskapet,
John Coltrane,
Darondo,
Eden Ahbez,
Sugar Minott,
Hashim,
Ohio Players,
Black Sheep,
Glambeats Corp.,
Pharoah Sanders,
Essential Logic,
Scan 7,
Marvin Gaye,
Carl Craig,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Josef K,
The Misunderstood,
Quadrant,
DNA,
Siglo XX,
The Skatalites,
Lower 48,
The Techniques,
OOIOO,
Man Parrish,
Japan,
The Cure,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Saccharine Trust,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Spoonie Gee,
Sister Nancy,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Alice Coltrane,
MC5,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Radiohead,
Peter and Kerry,
New Age Steppers,
Max Romeo,
ABBA,
Joe Finger,
Section 25,
The Last Poets,
Sex Pistols,
Byron Stingily,
Henry Cow,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Goldenarms,
Chrome,
H. Thieme,
The Mojo Men,
Magazine,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Animal Collective,
Aaron Thompson,
Gang Green,
Yellowson,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Stooges,
Vaughan Mason & Crew, Vaughan Mason & Crew, Vaughan Mason & Crew, Vaughan Mason & Crew.
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.