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 Somalia and from Accra.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the marimba 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 Blossom Toes to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Model 500. All the underground hits.
All Bill Near tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every 48th St. Collective record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 mellotron and a clarinet 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 rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bill Wells,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Surgeon,
This Heat,
Essential Logic,
Barry Ungar,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Idris Muhammad,
Lungfish,
Skaos,
Mr. Review,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Star Department,
Sonic Youth,
Aswad,
Au Pairs,
The Grass Roots,
Bluetip,
Lou Reed,
The Martian,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Gun Club,
Basic Channel,
Althea and Donna,
Swell Maps,
Don Cherry,
New Age Steppers,
Man Parrish,
the Human League,
Mary Jane Girls,
Scan 7,
Dead Boys,
Eddi Front,
Judy Mowatt,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Crime,
Shoche,
Aural Exciters,
The Barracudas,
Yazoo,
Ralphi Rosario,
Deadbeat,
Maleditus Sound,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Roxy Music,
Soft Machine,
the Germs,
Subhumans,
Supertramp,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Scientists,
The Move,
The Techniques,
Sarah Menescal,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Technova,
Letta Mbulu,
Soul Sonic Force,
Derrick May,
Skarface,
Funkadelic,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
James White and The Blacks,
The Men They Couldn't Hang, The Men They Couldn't Hang, The Men They Couldn't Hang, The Men They Couldn't Hang.
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.