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 Peru and from Portland.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the oboe 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 Soft Machine to the dance 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 Oppenheimer Analysis. All the underground hits.
All The Monochrome Set tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dennis Brown record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 clarinet and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a cv313 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Brothers Johnson,
Rapeman,
Ponytail,
Fluxion,
Sonic Youth,
Bush Tetras,
Easy Going,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Gap Band,
Porter Ricks,
Marcia Griffiths,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Ludus,
Susan Cadogan,
Soul II Soul,
The Skatalites,
Jimmy McGriff,
JFA,
Pantytec,
Model 500,
Rod Modell,
Monks,
The Durutti Column,
In Retrospect,
Prince Buster,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Shadows of Knight,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Qualms,
Lou Christie,
Ronan,
Liliput,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Popol Vuh,
The United States of America,
The Associates,
The Leaves,
EPMD,
Todd Rundgren,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Alton Ellis,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Roxette,
Eurythmics,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
MC5,
Fat Boys,
The Evens,
The Buckinghams,
The Doors,
Thee Headcoats,
Kaleidoscope,
The Blackbyrds,
One Last Wish,
Make Up,
Angry Samoans,
Lungfish,
Terrestrial Tones,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
MDC, MDC, MDC, MDC.
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.