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 Netherlands and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 Bang on a Can All-Stars to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Jacob Miller. All the underground hits.
All Amon Düül II tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Tremeloes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Letta Mbulu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joe Smooth,
Pantytec,
Spoonie Gee,
The Electric Prunes,
Drive Like Jehu,
Scrapy,
Kas Product,
Ohio Players,
Tres Demented,
Charles Mingus,
Gang Green,
Aaron Thompson,
Prince Buster,
Bobby Sherman,
Y Pants,
Frankie Knuckles,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Alison Limerick,
Barrington Levy,
Michelle Simonal,
Scientists,
Danielle Patucci,
Ossler,
Mandrill,
Eve St. Jones,
D'Angelo,
The Smiths,
Fluxion,
Television,
Make Up,
The Gap Band,
Tomorrow,
Silicon Teens,
Agitation Free,
Andrew Hill,
Grey Daturas,
Gabor Szabo,
Lightning Bolt,
Bluetip,
Fear,
Big Daddy Kane,
Blancmange,
Trumans Water,
a-ha,
Traffic Nightmare,
Fat Boys,
The Blues Magoos,
DNA,
Urselle,
Boredoms,
The Gun Club,
Skriet,
Amon Düül II,
Jeff Mills,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Gories,
Accadde A,
Alice Coltrane,
Arab on Radar,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Hot Snakes,
Massinfluence,
Lou Christie, Lou Christie, Lou Christie, Lou Christie.
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.