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 Benin and from Toronto.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 EPMD to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Gang Gang Dance. All the underground hits.
All a-ha tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Whodini record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Organ,
Severed Heads,
Metal Thangz,
B.T. Express,
Ponytail,
Ornette Coleman,
The Red Krayola,
Freddie Wadling,
Junior Murvin,
Basic Channel,
Ultimate Spinach,
Matthew Halsall,
Index,
Amon Düül,
Khruangbin,
Wings,
Bobby Byrd,
Half Japanese,
David Axelrod,
Brothers Johnson,
Lungfish,
Camberwell Now,
Ituana,
The Happenings,
Infiniti,
La Düsseldorf,
Unrelated Segments,
The Velvet Underground,
The Wake,
Urselle,
Black Pus,
Don Cherry,
Arthur Verocai,
Carl Craig,
Steve Hackett,
The Mojo Men,
EPMD,
Sun Ra,
The Fuzztones,
Blancmange,
The Remains,
The Index,
Sällskapet,
the Soft Cell,
Trumans Water,
Derrick May,
Stiv Bators,
Banda Bassotti,
Bill Wells,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Grandmaster Flash,
Los Fastidios,
John Coltrane,
D'Angelo,
Arcadia,
Frankie Knuckles,
Bobbi Humphrey,
JFA, JFA, JFA, JFA.
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.