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 Malawi and from Beijing.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
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 New Age Steppers to the jazz 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 Chris Corsano. All the underground hits.
All Rahsaan Roland Kirk tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Easy Going record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 snare and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Masters at Work record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
LL Cool J,
The Flesh Eaters,
Peter & Gordon,
John Holt,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Dave Gahan,
Erykah Badu,
H. Thieme,
Moss Icon,
Yellowson,
Suburban Knight,
Oblivians,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
T.S.O.L.,
Whodini,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
A Certain Ratio,
MC5,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Excepter,
Black Pus,
The United States of America,
Desert Stars,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Count Five,
Ohio Players,
Mad Mike,
The Electric Prunes,
Procol Harum,
Technova,
EPMD,
Surgeon,
F. McDonald,
Pantaleimon,
Depeche Mode,
Black Bananas,
Simply Red,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Sight & Sound,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Sam Rivers,
The Fall,
The Fortunes,
Subhumans,
Harpers Bizarre,
Can,
Public Enemy,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Albert Ayler,
Minnie Riperton,
Thee Headcoats,
Quantec,
Panda Bear,
Tom Boy,
The Grass Roots,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Music Machine,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Swell Maps,
Henry Cow,
The Smoke,
Robert Wyatt,
The Red Krayola,
The Doobie Brothers, The Doobie Brothers, The Doobie Brothers, The Doobie Brothers.
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.