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 Mongolia and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 spring reverb 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 Erykah Badu to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 MDC. All the underground hits.
All DeepChord presents Echospace tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cameo 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Slave record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Donny Hathaway,
Lebanon Hanover,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Ronnie Foster,
The Associates,
The Dead C,
Brand Nubian,
The Five Americans,
Urselle,
Section 25,
The Golliwogs,
Susan Cadogan,
The Blackbyrds,
Sun City Girls,
Crash Course in Science,
Barbara Tucker,
Talk Talk,
Ludus,
Arab on Radar,
Y Pants,
Throbbing Gristle,
Desert Stars,
Derrick May,
Silicon Teens,
Avey Tare,
Darondo,
Byron Stingily,
Toni Rubio,
Reuben Wilson,
Drexciya,
Basic Channel,
This Heat,
Audionom,
June Days,
Mo-Dettes,
Yusef Lateef,
Davy DMX,
Juan Atkins,
Symarip,
Don Cherry,
The Move,
Crispian St. Peters,
Joy Division,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Delta 5,
Roger Hodgson,
Popol Vuh,
In Retrospect,
The Cure,
The Kinks,
L. Decosne,
the Slits,
Tim Buckley,
Dorothy Ashby,
Black Sheep,
Supertramp,
Man Parrish,
Eurythmics,
Lakeside,
Technova,
EPMD, EPMD, EPMD, EPMD.
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.