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 Rwanda and from Winnipeg.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 clarinet 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 Rotary Connection to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Essential Logic. All the underground hits.
All Tres Demented tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Derrick Morgan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 rhodes and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The American Breed record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scion,
Aaron Thompson,
Mad Mike,
Swans,
Carl Craig,
Alison Limerick,
The Offenders,
Radio Birdman,
The Gap Band,
Graham Central Station,
Con Funk Shun,
the Swans,
The Trojans,
Newcleus,
Stereo Dub,
Suburban Knight,
Soul II Soul,
Alton Ellis,
Spandau Ballet,
The Shadows of Knight,
PIL,
Fat Boys,
Bronski Beat,
Eric B and Rakim,
Royal Trux,
Nils Olav,
Boz Scaggs,
Charles Mingus,
Country Teasers,
Khruangbin,
Bill Near,
The Names,
Delta 5,
Neu!,
The Smoke,
Dave Gahan,
Sonic Youth,
The Stooges,
Dead Boys,
World's Most,
R.M.O.,
Negative Approach,
The Slackers,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Cure,
Eden Ahbez,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Danielle Patucci,
Soul Sonic Force,
Brand Nubian,
Andrew Hill,
Rufus Thomas,
T.S.O.L.,
The Blackbyrds,
The Real Kids,
DJ Style,
FM Einheit,
Niagra,
Organ,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Godley & Creme,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
cv313,
Idris Muhammad, Idris Muhammad, Idris Muhammad, Idris Muhammad.
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.