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 Nauru and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron 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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 sitar 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 Residents to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Fela Kuti. All the underground hits.
All Pantytec tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Carl Craig 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a chamberlin 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 marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sam Rivers,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Neon Judgement,
Quantec,
Roxette,
Ludus,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Massinfluence,
The Searchers,
Flipper,
Carl Craig,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Kas Product,
The J.B.'s,
Bronski Beat,
Franke,
Tomorrow,
Moss Icon,
The Doors,
Zapp,
The Fugs,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Loose Ends,
Lou Christie,
Mars,
The Slackers,
Pulsallama,
Peter & Gordon,
Youth Brigade,
The Smoke,
Camouflage,
Avey Tare,
Altered Images,
Gang Green,
Depeche Mode,
Dawn Penn,
Frankie Knuckles,
Crooked Eye,
Rufus Thomas,
X-Ray Spex,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Soulsonic Force,
Fugazi,
The Fall,
The Techniques,
Bang On A Can,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Velvet Underground,
Pere Ubu,
The Sonics,
The Cure,
Sparks,
Clear Light,
Crispian St. Peters,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Stetsasonic,
K-Klass,
Sonic Youth, Sonic Youth, Sonic Youth, Sonic Youth.
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.