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 Solomon Islands and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Manchester.
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 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 Michael McDonald 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 Grey Daturas to the funk 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 Ajijia Myrayebe. All the underground hits.
All Drive Like Jehu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Curtis Mayfield 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a a-ha record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 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?
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Lungfish,
The Names,
Reagan Youth,
Amazonics,
Brothers Johnson,
Camberwell Now,
L. Decosne,
Deadbeat,
The Gun Club,
Lyres,
Sparks,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Reuben Wilson,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Sam Rivers,
Nas,
Sugar Minott,
Pharoah Sanders,
Blossom Toes,
Warsaw,
Buzzcocks,
Todd Terry,
Skaos,
Jawbox,
Dark Day,
Pierre Henry,
Jeru the Damaja,
Alice Coltrane,
Index,
Eden Ahbez,
The Doors,
kango's stein massive,
The Gladiators,
Tres Demented,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Trojans,
Khruangbin,
John Coltrane,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Barracudas,
CMW,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
World's Most,
Circle Jerks,
Eric Dolphy,
James White and The Blacks,
Wings,
Black Moon,
Pulsallama,
Darondo,
Excepter,
Rhythm & Sound,
Negative Approach,
Eurythmics,
Rakim,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Toni Rubio,
The Smiths,
Anakelly,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Black Pus,
Jacob Miller, Jacob Miller, Jacob Miller, Jacob Miller.
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.