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 El Salvador and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 linndrum 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 The Index to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Alice Coltrane. All the underground hits.
All Jeff Mills tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every AZ record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a EPMD record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Robert Hood,
Patti Smith,
Maleditus Sound,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Maurizio,
MC5,
Ossler,
The Misunderstood,
Deakin,
Hasil Adkins,
Fluxion,
Cal Tjader,
Visage,
The New Christs,
Popol Vuh,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Aswad,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Moleskins,
Au Pairs,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Bang On A Can,
Yazoo,
Deadbeat,
Marmalade,
Prince Buster,
Index,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Altered Images,
Pulsallama,
One Last Wish,
Wire,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Country Teasers,
Khruangbin,
the Normal,
MDC,
The Blackbyrds,
Bill Wells,
Lou Reed,
Rotary Connection,
The Buckinghams,
Stockholm Monsters,
James White and The Blacks,
Charles Mingus,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Deepchord,
Black Sheep,
Brass Construction,
Pierre Henry,
Jacob Miller,
Tropical Tobacco,
the Human League,
Tim Buckley,
Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp..
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.