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 Poland and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Rhythim Is Rhythim to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Faraquet. All the underground hits.
All Niagra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ohio Players 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sexual Harrassment record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DJ Sneak,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Fatback Band,
Gang Starr,
Hasil Adkins,
Rekid,
Amon Düül II,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Jeff Mills,
The New Christs,
the Fania All-Stars,
Gerry Rafferty,
K-Klass,
Cymande,
Barclay James Harvest,
Underground Resistance,
Public Image Ltd.,
Lindisfarne,
Barry Ungar,
Yusef Lateef,
Glambeats Corp.,
Lower 48,
Zapp,
Donny Hathaway,
The Birthday Party,
Donald Byrd,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Pet Shop Boys,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Doobie Brothers,
Marshall Jefferson,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Stooges,
E-Dancer,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Brand Nubian,
Aaron Thompson,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Nils Olav,
Nation of Ulysses,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Funky Four + One,
Bauhaus,
The Sound,
Charles Mingus,
Derrick May,
Television,
Boredoms,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Litter,
Flamin' Groovies,
Johnny Clarke,
Deadbeat,
Nik Kershaw,
Rod Modell,
Radiohead,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Harry Pussy,
The Moleskins,
Nirvana,
Todd Terry,
The Wake, The Wake, The Wake, The Wake.
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.