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 Tanzania and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 spring reverb 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 In Retrospect to the rap 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 Lebanon Hanover. All the underground hits.
All Art Ensemble Of Chicago tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultra Naté 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Monochrome Set record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin 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?
Isaac Hayes,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Gil Scott Heron,
Johnny Osbourne,
Davy DMX,
Soul Sonic Force,
Albert Ayler,
OOIOO,
Reuben Wilson,
The Skatalites,
Zero Boys,
Circle Jerks,
Main Source,
James White and The Blacks,
Q and Not U,
Kurtis Blow,
The Misunderstood,
The Names,
the Bar-Kays,
Wasted Youth,
Sister Nancy,
Crooked Eye,
Whodini,
the Germs,
Gerry Rafferty,
Crispy Ambulance,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Oneida,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Gregory Isaacs,
Amazonics,
Gang Gang Dance,
Guru Guru,
Don Cherry,
David McCallum,
Ronan,
Ultimate Spinach,
The American Breed,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Gun Club,
Todd Terry,
Suicide,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Fugs,
Neu!,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
T. Rex,
the Sonics,
Sällskapet,
Jerry's Kids,
The Beau Brummels,
Black Bananas,
David Bowie,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Sam Rivers,
Quantec,
Massinfluence,
Warren Ellis,
Swell Maps,
Slave,
Sandy B,
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.