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 Maldives and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 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 Techniques 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 Carl Craig. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Womack tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Main Source record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Y Pants record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kevin Saunderson,
Suburban Knight,
Ituana,
The Grass Roots,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Flash Fearless,
DNA,
Camberwell Now,
Zero Boys,
Bootsy Collins,
Faraquet,
Harpers Bizarre,
Parry Music,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Tommy Roe,
Delta 5,
Donny Hathaway,
Au Pairs,
Kool Moe Dee,
Gang Starr,
Intrusion,
Kenny Larkin,
Soul II Soul,
New Age Steppers,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Main Source,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Remains,
Lindisfarne,
Magma,
Sun Ra,
Johnny Clarke,
Jandek,
Drexciya,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Sunsets and Hearts,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Oblivians,
Susan Cadogan,
Sun City Girls,
the Normal,
The Blackbyrds,
Yaz,
Motorama,
Ice-T,
Don Cherry,
Mr. Review,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Monolake,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Radiopuhelimet,
Moss Icon,
Inner City,
Public Image Ltd.,
Boredoms,
Blake Baxter,
Stetsasonic,
The Cramps,
Mars,
U.S. Maple,
Man Parrish, Man Parrish, Man Parrish, Man Parrish.
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.