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 Oman and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 organ 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 Dennis Brown to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Heavy D & The Boyz. All the underground hits.
All Fort Wilson Riot tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Japan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 an organ and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rakim record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
David Bowie,
Heaven 17,
Unrelated Segments,
Don Cherry,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
the Normal,
The Last Poets,
Model 500,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Ralphi Rosario,
Pussy Galore,
Nils Olav,
K-Klass,
T.S.O.L.,
Black Moon,
Ice-T,
Fatback Band,
The Pretty Things,
The Dirtbombs,
Trumans Water,
Lucky Dragons,
Siglo XX,
Mantronix,
Monolake,
Lalann,
The American Breed,
8 Eyed Spy,
the Swans,
Danielle Patucci,
Scan 7,
Barrington Levy,
Tommy Roe,
The Fire Engines,
The Star Department,
Joy Division,
Bobby Sherman,
Sugar Minott,
Jesper Dahlback,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Marcia Griffiths,
Derrick May,
The Seeds,
Rufus Thomas,
OOIOO,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Tom Boy,
X-Ray Spex,
The Dave Clark Five,
World's Most,
Scrapy,
Little Man,
48th St. Collective,
Carl Craig,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Urselle,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Johnny Clarke,
Yazoo,
The Kinks,
EPMD, EPMD, EPMD, EPMD.
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.