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 Chad and from Tokyo.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 Jesper Dahlback to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 These Immortal Souls. All the underground hits.
All Fad Gadget tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every KRS-One record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 chamberlin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fugs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Circle Jerks,
Funkadelic,
Connie Case,
The Music Machine,
Buzzcocks,
Lucky Dragons,
Urselle,
Stiv Bators,
Josef K,
Dorothy Ashby,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Khruangbin,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Ornette Coleman,
Ralphi Rosario,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Theoretical Girls,
Peter & Gordon,
Dark Day,
Gang of Four,
F. McDonald,
Bobby Byrd,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
L. Decosne,
The Trojans,
The Star Department,
Average White Band,
Man Parrish,
48th St. Collective,
Gang Starr,
B.T. Express,
Gichy Dan,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Nico,
Maurizio,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Tres Demented,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Dennis Brown,
Suburban Knight,
Flash Fearless,
Colin Newman,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Marmalade,
T. Rex,
Bill Near,
The Count Five,
The Dave Clark Five,
Infiniti,
Grey Daturas,
Bang On A Can,
Wings,
Mr. Review,
Japan,
Faust,
Janne Schatter,
Accadde A, Accadde A, Accadde A, Accadde A.
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.