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 Angola and from Edmonton.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Livin' Joy to the jazz 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 Inner City. All the underground hits.
All Theoretical Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Angels of Light & Akron/Family record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Man Parrish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crispy Ambulance,
Monolake,
The Shadows of Knight,
Mary Jane Girls,
Wolf Eyes,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Section 25,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Vogues,
The Last Poets,
Lebanon Hanover,
Charles Mingus,
Mars,
Grauzone,
Mr. Review,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Eric Dolphy,
Sight & Sound,
The Tremeloes,
EPMD,
Boogie Down Productions,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
OOIOO,
Tommy Roe,
Robert Hood,
Jeff Lynne,
Underground Resistance,
The Red Krayola,
Agent Orange,
Monks,
Jacob Miller,
Kevin Saunderson,
Popol Vuh,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Zero Boys,
Big Daddy Kane,
Grey Daturas,
The Monks,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
KRS-One,
Gang Green,
Make Up,
The Associates,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Siglo XX,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Unrelated Segments,
Black Moon,
The Pretty Things,
Fat Boys,
Lower 48,
Deadbeat,
Nils Olav,
the Normal,
Dual Sessions,
Dark Day,
Radiohead,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Move,
Funky Four + One,
F. McDonald,
Warren Ellis,
the Slits, the Slits, the Slits, the Slits.
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.