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 Italy and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 sitar 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 Juan Atkins to the punk 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 Crash Course in Science. All the underground hits.
All Leonard Cohen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Selector Dub Narcotic record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 a linndrum and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Parry Music record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Audionom,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Thee Headcoats,
Flash Fearless,
Althea and Donna,
MC5,
Donald Byrd,
Porter Ricks,
Sixth Finger,
CMW,
Jacques Brel,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Five Americans,
The Sound,
Mars,
Kaleidoscope,
The Slits,
Brand Nubian,
Niagra,
Judy Mowatt,
Crash Course in Science,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Zero Boys,
Soul II Soul,
New Age Steppers,
The Pretty Things,
Frankie Knuckles,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Scrapy,
Man Eating Sloth,
Alice Coltrane,
DJ Sneak,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Absolute Body Control,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Blues Magoos,
Organ,
Unwound,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
James White and The Blacks,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Angels of Light,
Ten City,
Tommy Roe,
D'Angelo,
Symarip,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Con Funk Shun,
Bob Dylan,
cv313,
The Last Poets,
Drexciya,
Marcia Griffiths,
UT,
Jacob Miller,
The Wake,
Lightning Bolt,
Graham Central Station,
These Immortal Souls,
Tomorrow,
Stereo Dub,
Fugazi, Fugazi, Fugazi, Fugazi.
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.