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 Georgia and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Copenhagen.
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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 The Music Machine to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 KRS-One. All the underground hits.
All Reagan Youth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mad Mike 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
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 ABC record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minnie Riperton,
Funky Four + One,
X-Ray Spex,
Section 25,
Quadrant,
Angry Samoans,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Black Moon,
Marshall Jefferson,
Goldenarms,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
AZ,
Organ,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Slackers,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
John Lydon,
New Order,
The Monochrome Set,
Sugar Minott,
The Divine Comedy,
Urselle,
KRS-One,
Big Daddy Kane,
Khruangbin,
The Smiths,
the Association,
Arab on Radar,
The Motions,
Joy Division,
Yusef Lateef,
Animal Collective,
Bush Tetras,
Von Mondo,
Colin Newman,
Theoretical Girls,
Mark Hollis,
Q65,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Groovy Waters,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Radiohead,
Leonard Cohen,
Stereo Dub,
Massinfluence,
Alton Ellis,
R.M.O.,
Los Fastidios,
Mary Jane Girls,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
John Coltrane,
Bizarre Inc.,
LL Cool J,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Gap Band,
Infiniti,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Black Bananas,
Vladislav Delay,
Saccharine Trust, Saccharine Trust, Saccharine Trust, Saccharine Trust.
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.