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 Guinea-Bissau and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 theremin 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 D'Angelo to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme. All the underground hits.
All The Grass Roots tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Colin Newman record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rakim record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jimmy McGriff,
Tres Demented,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Jandek,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Albert Ayler,
OOIOO,
The Gun Club,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
June Days,
The Young Rascals,
Grauzone,
Flamin' Groovies,
the Fania All-Stars,
Kerrie Biddell,
Gong,
Alphaville,
The Busters,
Ohio Players,
Lucky Dragons,
Pharoah Sanders,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Public Image Ltd.,
Kaleidoscope,
T. Rex,
The Toasters,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Skriet,
DNA,
Josef K,
The Moody Blues,
Black Moon,
Kool Moe Dee,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Agitation Free,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Unwound,
The Grass Roots,
Das Ding,
Lindisfarne,
the Germs,
The Fortunes,
Graham Central Station,
Mr. Review,
Todd Rundgren,
Michelle Simonal,
Juan Atkins,
Hoover,
Mantronix,
Parry Music,
Gil Scott Heron,
UT,
Grey Daturas,
The Detroit Cobras,
Alice Coltrane,
Lee Hazlewood,
Babytalk,
Franke,
Cal Tjader,
Brand Nubian, Brand Nubian, Brand Nubian, Brand Nubian.
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.