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 Bhutan and from Woodstock.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Harpers Bizarre to the crunk 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 Ituana. All the underground hits.
All Kool Moe Dee tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Angry Samoans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Andrew Hill record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Q and Not U,
Bang On A Can,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Lindisfarne,
The Birthday Party,
Q65,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Quantec,
Charles Mingus,
Television,
Danielle Patucci,
Joe Finger,
The Saints,
ABC,
The Moleskins,
Arthur Verocai,
Idris Muhammad,
Pharoah Sanders,
Black Sheep,
Fear,
X-101,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Piero Umiliani,
Ohio Players,
Essential Logic,
Tommy Roe,
Ronnie Foster,
Reagan Youth,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Johnny Osbourne,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Victims,
Blake Baxter,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Ice-T,
Heaven 17,
Index,
The Young Rascals,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Kinks,
Roy Ayers,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Smoke,
Procol Harum,
Nick Fraelich,
Brick,
Reuben Wilson,
Jeff Mills,
The Human League,
The Pretty Things,
Freddie Wadling,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Morten Harket,
Mandrill,
Mary Jane Girls,
Kool Moe Dee,
Terrestrial Tones,
Kas Product,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
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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.