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 Oman and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Houston.
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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Cheater Slicks to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Angels of Light & Akron/Family. All the underground hits.
All The Remains tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Man Parrish 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jeru the Damaja record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Index,
Soul Sonic Force,
Marshall Jefferson,
Vladislav Delay,
Q and Not U,
Don Cherry,
Freddie Wadling,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Todd Terry,
John Lydon,
Anthony Braxton,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Tom Boy,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Intrusion,
Mad Mike,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Bang On A Can,
Second Layer,
Black Bananas,
Chris Corsano,
Neil Young,
Monks,
Tres Demented,
Deepchord,
Maleditus Sound,
the Soft Cell,
48th St. Collective,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Siglo XX,
The Busters,
Banda Bassotti,
Rapeman,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
ABC,
The Doors,
The Young Rascals,
The Raincoats,
Public Image Ltd.,
Bizarre Inc.,
Matthew Halsall,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
the Association,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Peter & Gordon,
Icehouse,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Sun Ra,
Big Daddy Kane,
Masters at Work,
Malaria!,
Metal Thangz,
Thee Headcoats,
Electric Prunes,
Lindisfarne,
Cybotron,
Danielle Patucci,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Minutemen, Minutemen, Minutemen, Minutemen.
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.