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 Fiji and from Shanghai.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 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 Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band to the rap 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 Quadrant. All the underground hits.
All Pole tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Faraquet record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 an arpeggiator and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Music Machine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jeru the Damaja,
Funky Four + One,
This Heat,
Brass Construction,
Moss Icon,
Trumans Water,
Aaron Thompson,
Pere Ubu,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Nils Olav,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Whodini,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Fela Kuti,
Sonic Youth,
Khruangbin,
Brand Nubian,
Lyres,
Howard Jones,
Jeff Mills,
the Germs,
Thee Headcoats,
Morten Harket,
Infiniti,
Ten City,
The Human League,
Eric Dolphy,
Wire,
Q and Not U,
The Detroit Cobras,
Goldenarms,
The Smoke,
Slick Rick,
Japan,
Cameo,
Funkadelic,
Sugar Minott,
Bush Tetras,
Magazine,
Laurel Aitken,
Harmonia,
Talk Talk,
Chrome,
Kool Moe Dee,
Sam Rivers,
Crime,
Stockholm Monsters,
Wasted Youth,
Technova,
Black Flag,
Echospace,
Dennis Brown,
cv313,
Pagans,
Nirvana,
Andrew Hill,
Agitation Free,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Graham Central Station,
Erykah Badu,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Bobby Sherman,
June Days, June Days, June Days, June Days.
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.