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 Bhutan and from Portland.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Yusef Lateef to the disco 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 Radiopuhelimet. All the underground hits.
All E-Dancer tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Man Parrish record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rod Modell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Carl Craig,
Mo-Dettes,
The Star Department,
The Barracudas,
Saccharine Trust,
Cybotron,
Joe Finger,
Fatback Band,
James White and The Blacks,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Last Poets,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Monolake,
MC5,
The Black Dice,
Accadde A,
Von Mondo,
Black Flag,
FM Einheit,
The Blues Magoos,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Associates,
The Human League,
Metal Thangz,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Standells,
Tears for Fears,
KRS-One,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Arab on Radar,
Soft Cell,
The Leaves,
Sex Pistols,
Toni Rubio,
Isaac Hayes,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Bill Near,
Delta 5,
New Order,
Moby Grape,
Eve St. Jones,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Crispian St. Peters,
Khruangbin,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The American Breed,
kango's stein massive,
David Bowie,
Schoolly D,
Ohio Players,
Donald Byrd,
Scan 7,
D'Angelo,
Das Ding,
Throbbing Gristle,
Deakin,
Sexual Harrassment,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Gian Franco Pienzio, Gian Franco Pienzio, Gian Franco Pienzio, Gian Franco Pienzio.
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.