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 Suriname and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 UT to the techno 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 The Sonics. All the underground hits.
All Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bush Tetras 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 a theremin and a clarinet 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 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Audionom,
Deepchord,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Animal Collective,
Pierre Henry,
Anakelly,
Marvin Gaye,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
This Heat,
The Seeds,
Scrapy,
DJ Sneak,
Barbara Tucker,
Kenny Larkin,
Alice Coltrane,
Warren Ellis,
Lower 48,
Moss Icon,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Stetsasonic,
Smog,
Skriet,
a-ha,
Jesper Dahlback,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Chrome,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Drexciya,
Yusef Lateef,
Duran Duran,
Pylon,
Newcleus,
Surgeon,
Pole,
Robert Hood,
Half Japanese,
D'Angelo,
The Golliwogs,
Loose Ends,
Jacob Miller,
Royal Trux,
The Velvet Underground,
Ituana,
Cybotron,
Oblivians,
Ludus,
Janne Schatter,
Harry Pussy,
Isaac Hayes,
Arthur Verocai,
Maleditus Sound,
Susan Cadogan,
Sam Rivers,
Alphaville,
Cal Tjader,
Glenn Branca,
Accadde A,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Motorama,
Pantytec,
Qualms,
Essential Logic, Essential Logic, Essential Logic, Essential Logic.
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.