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 Russia and from Columbus.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Sam Rivers to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Funky Four + One. All the underground hits.
All The Men They Couldn't Hang tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Niagra 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fort Wilson Riot record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Golliwogs,
Shuggie Otis,
Skriet,
Black Flag,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Residents,
Gang Green,
Fear,
Kerrie Biddell,
Brass Construction,
Harry Pussy,
Mars,
Heaven 17,
Saccharine Trust,
Stetsasonic,
The Knickerbockers,
Monks,
Alison Limerick,
The Slackers,
Oneida,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Slits,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Lyres,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Toasters,
Khruangbin,
EPMD,
Masters at Work,
Brand Nubian,
Bush Tetras,
Tropical Tobacco,
Simply Red,
The Divine Comedy,
Desert Stars,
Unwound,
Oblivians,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Deakin,
The Young Rascals,
Skaos,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Jandek,
Sugar Minott,
Stockholm Monsters,
World's Most,
Aswad,
Scientists,
Supertramp,
The Cowsills,
Curtis Mayfield,
Hashim,
Chris & Cosey,
Peter & Gordon,
UT,
Kerri Chandler,
Ronnie Foster,
the Slits,
Nation of Ulysses,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Sexual Harrassment, Sexual Harrassment, Sexual Harrassment, Sexual Harrassment.
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.