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 Turkmenistan and from Paris.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 the Germs to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Pharoah Sanders. All the underground hits.
All The Last Poets tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marshall Jefferson 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Althea and Donna record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Main Source,
Malaria!,
Marcia Griffiths,
Barry Ungar,
Sonic Youth,
Iggy Pop,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Toasters,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Fat Boys,
Fad Gadget,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Star Department,
Monks,
Soul Sonic Force,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Smog,
The Martian,
Quadrant,
Joey Negro,
Con Funk Shun,
Severed Heads,
Barbara Tucker,
Vladislav Delay,
The Wake,
Skaos,
Stiv Bators,
The Blackbyrds,
Lower 48,
Joensuu 1685,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Flash Fearless,
K-Klass,
The Gladiators,
Spoonie Gee,
The Durutti Column,
Rotary Connection,
Harmonia,
Yazoo,
Inner City,
The Music Machine,
Groovy Waters,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Bronski Beat,
Monolake,
the Fania All-Stars,
Infiniti,
Alice Coltrane,
Sandy B,
Robert Görl,
Cymande,
Warren Ellis,
Theoretical Girls,
Morten Harket,
The Grass Roots,
Gastr Del Sol,
Popol Vuh,
Jeru the Damaja,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Althea and Donna,
Gang Starr,
Susan Cadogan,
EPMD, EPMD, EPMD, EPMD.
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.