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 Ukraine and from Tehran.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Shanghai.
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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Lalo Schifrin to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Black Moon. All the underground hits.
All Aloha Tigers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Albert Ayler record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Monochrome Set record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crispy Ambulance,
Lyres,
Donald Byrd,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Delta 5,
X-101,
Gregory Isaacs,
Liliput,
LL Cool J,
Ultravox,
Arcadia,
Althea and Donna,
Kas Product,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Aloha Tigers,
Motorama,
Heaven 17,
The Buckinghams,
The Zeros,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Ituana,
Kerri Chandler,
Man Parrish,
Eddi Front,
Ossler,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Hashim,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Dennis Brown,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Wally Richardson,
Quantec,
Zero Boys,
Camouflage,
Fugazi,
The Evens,
A Certain Ratio,
Frankie Knuckles,
Ronan,
Reuben Wilson,
Nirvana,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
R.M.O.,
Rotary Connection,
Jesper Dahlback,
Yusef Lateef,
This Heat,
Mandrill,
Wolf Eyes,
Black Pus,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Tim Buckley,
Hot Snakes,
Yellowson,
The Vogues,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Deadbeat,
Babytalk,
Bobby Byrd,
Rites of Spring, Rites of Spring, Rites of Spring, Rites of Spring.
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.