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 Tanzania and from Spokane.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 X-101 to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Nick Fraelich. All the underground hits.
All Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fortunes 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pharoah Sanders record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobbi Humphrey,
Soft Machine,
Matthew Bourne,
The Cure,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Rosa Yemen,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Derrick May,
The Evens,
Ponytail,
Faraquet,
The J.B.'s,
Con Funk Shun,
Unwound,
Joensuu 1685,
The Gap Band,
B.T. Express,
Gregory Isaacs,
Jacob Miller,
kango's stein massive,
Quantec,
Yusef Lateef,
Tropical Tobacco,
Chris Corsano,
Archie Shepp,
Eric Copeland,
Skarface,
Rekid,
The Moleskins,
Wings,
The Human League,
Nas,
Schoolly D,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Jeru the Damaja,
Interpol,
Crispy Ambulance,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Sister Nancy,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Cameo,
Khruangbin,
Bobby Byrd,
Lakeside,
Eric B and Rakim,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Gastr Del Sol,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Joe Smooth,
Babytalk,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Smog,
Mission of Burma,
Lucky Dragons,
Black Sheep,
The Doors,
Quadrant,
Dorothy Ashby, Dorothy Ashby, Dorothy Ashby, Dorothy Ashby.
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.