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 Namibia and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Black Bananas to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 The Fugs. All the underground hits.
All Nas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pulsallama record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 an organ and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eurythmics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
EPMD,
Judy Mowatt,
The Fire Engines,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Roy Ayers,
Gang Green,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Sixth Finger,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Bootsy Collins,
Davy DMX,
Deepchord,
Quadrant,
Moebius,
Peter & Gordon,
Stiv Bators,
Cluster,
The Cure,
Todd Terry,
Black Moon,
John Coltrane,
Model 500,
Liliput,
Make Up,
The Modern Lovers,
Groovy Waters,
Y Pants,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
X-101,
The Misunderstood,
Brass Construction,
Slick Rick,
The Pretty Things,
Easy Going,
Marshall Jefferson,
Eli Mardock,
Trumans Water,
Alphaville,
Brick,
Archie Shepp,
LL Cool J,
Eddi Front,
Throbbing Gristle,
New York Dolls,
Sandy B,
Blancmange,
Dual Sessions,
Joensuu 1685,
X-102,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Move,
La Düsseldorf,
Das Ding,
Grandmaster Flash,
E-Dancer,
Mad Mike,
Nirvana,
Harry Pussy,
The Fuzztones,
DJ Style, DJ Style, DJ Style, DJ Style.
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.