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 Uzbekistan and from Houston.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Shuggie Otis to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Tommy Roe. All the underground hits.
All KRS-One tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cluster 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joe Smooth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fatback Band,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Mandrill,
Unrelated Segments,
Bush Tetras,
The Beau Brummels,
MDC,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Gang Green,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Monolake,
The Red Krayola,
KRS-One,
Index,
Chrome,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Ice-T,
Kerrie Biddell,
Lalo Schifrin,
Aswad,
Nirvana,
Monks,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Gang of Four,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Stooges,
Vainqueur,
Roy Ayers,
Country Teasers,
Albert Ayler,
These Immortal Souls,
The Vogues,
The Martian,
Howard Jones,
Dave Gahan,
Ultra Naté,
Anthony Braxton,
Ohio Players,
Alton Ellis,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Sight & Sound,
Angry Samoans,
Cecil Taylor,
Electric Prunes,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Crooked Eye,
Frankie Knuckles,
Sex Pistols,
Blossom Toes,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Wally Richardson,
X-101,
Hashim,
Andrew Hill,
Anakelly,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Gap Band,
Make Up,
Parry Music,
Traffic Nightmare,
Jeff Mills, Jeff Mills, Jeff Mills, Jeff Mills.
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.