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 Colombia and from Seoul.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 arpeggiator 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 Gang Starr 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 The Gories. All the underground hits.
All Supertramp tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yazoo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Index record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Alice Coltrane,
Dorothy Ashby,
Danielle Patucci,
The Dave Clark Five,
The J.B.'s,
Boz Scaggs,
The Martian,
The Fugs,
Piero Umiliani,
The Happenings,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Negative Approach,
The Selecter,
Minny Pops,
The Smoke,
Joe Finger,
The Last Poets,
Newcleus,
La Düsseldorf,
Nas,
Franke,
The Doobie Brothers,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Easy Going,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
D'Angelo,
Television Personalities,
The Birthday Party,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Vladislav Delay,
Skarface,
Scrapy,
Pagans,
Qualms,
Todd Terry,
Yellowson,
Wolf Eyes,
The Slackers,
Juan Atkins,
48th St. Collective,
Scion,
Chrome,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
World's Most,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Moby Grape,
Cheater Slicks,
Leonard Cohen,
Gang Starr,
Stockholm Monsters,
Roger Hodgson,
The New Christs,
Jerry's Kids,
Interpol,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Star Department,
Harry Pussy,
Crooked Eye,
Sam Rivers,
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Roxette,
Ornette Coleman, Ornette Coleman, Ornette Coleman, Ornette Coleman.
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.