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 Bhutan and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 oboe 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 La Düsseldorf to the jazz 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 Funky Four + One. All the underground hits.
All Essential Logic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Barracudas record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 rhodes and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Man Parrish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
OOIOO,
The Selecter,
The Index,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Sugar Minott,
Pole,
The Mojo Men,
Kerri Chandler,
June of 44,
Youth Brigade,
the Association,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Crispy Ambulance,
Arcadia,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
One Last Wish,
Niagra,
Lalann,
Delon & Dalcan,
Vladislav Delay,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
the Normal,
The Remains,
Nils Olav,
Amazonics,
Hot Snakes,
Adolescents,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Ice-T,
Robert Wyatt,
Interpol,
Young Marble Giants,
Kevin Saunderson,
Severed Heads,
kango's stein massive,
Harry Pussy,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Neu!,
Urselle,
Prince Buster,
Nas,
Warsaw,
Vainqueur,
Marmalade,
Pantaleimon,
Camberwell Now,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
James Chance & The Contortions,
CMW,
Soulsonic Force,
New Age Steppers,
Silicon Teens,
Aswad,
John Holt,
Minutemen,
Bob Dylan,
Symarip,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Faraquet,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Blackbyrds, The Blackbyrds, The Blackbyrds, The Blackbyrds.
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.