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 Solomon Islands and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 808 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 The Doobie Brothers to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Lebanon Hanover. All the underground hits.
All The New Christs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mandrill 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Big Daddy Kane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Television,
Stetsasonic,
Eric B and Rakim,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Jeru the Damaja,
Jandek,
Reuben Wilson,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Seeds,
Crispian St. Peters,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Iggy Pop,
Graham Central Station,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Ken Boothe,
X-102,
Loose Ends,
Deepchord,
Skaos,
Intrusion,
Traffic Nightmare,
June Days,
Youth Brigade,
Bobby Sherman,
Rhythm & Sound,
Brass Construction,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Sound Behaviour,
Bill Near,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Jimmy McGriff,
Vladislav Delay,
Clear Light,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Amazonics,
Black Moon,
James White and The Blacks,
Eurythmics,
Niagra,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Jacob Miller,
Dorothy Ashby,
Faraquet,
Country Teasers,
David Axelrod,
Rakim,
Ituana,
the Association,
Man Eating Sloth,
Liliput,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
the Normal,
the Soft Cell,
Terry Callier,
Funky Four + One,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Con Funk Shun,
Circle Jerks,
Brick,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Pere Ubu,
Scion,
Agitation Free, Agitation Free, Agitation Free, Agitation Free.
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.