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 Malaysia and from Winnipeg.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Madrid.
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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Eric Copeland to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Youth Brigade. All the underground hits.
All Todd Terry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gian Franco Pienzio record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 a guitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Q and Not U record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jeff Mills,
Essential Logic,
Cameo,
Gang Starr,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Five Americans,
Soul Sonic Force,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Kaleidoscope,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Glambeats Corp.,
Andrew Hill,
Warren Ellis,
Stiv Bators,
Tubeway Army,
Jandek,
Jawbox,
the Germs,
48th St. Collective,
Khruangbin,
Groovy Waters,
Peter and Kerry,
Public Enemy,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Section 25,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Fall,
Dead Boys,
Nas,
Audionom,
Hoover,
The Misunderstood,
Black Bananas,
Scrapy,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Joyce Sims,
Gerry Rafferty,
Quantec,
Franke,
The Barracudas,
Archie Shepp,
Little Man,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Alison Limerick,
Depeche Mode,
8 Eyed Spy,
H. Thieme,
The Star Department,
Chris Corsano,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Mr. Review,
Cymande,
Jeff Lynne,
Dawn Penn,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Bill Near,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Electric Prunes,
Urselle,
Lower 48,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Marmalade,
The Smoke, The Smoke, The Smoke, The Smoke.
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.