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 Canada and from Paris.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 Michael McDonald 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 Pagans to the techno 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 DJ Style. All the underground hits.
All Angry Samoans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Zapp 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Beasts of Bourbon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Das Ding,
Sugar Minott,
Second Layer,
Alton Ellis,
Sparks,
John Foxx,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Sound,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Con Funk Shun,
Panda Bear,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Chris & Cosey,
Anthony Braxton,
Country Teasers,
Nas,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Crispy Ambulance,
Cal Tjader,
Alice Coltrane,
The Velvet Underground,
Depeche Mode,
Oneida,
Bill Wells,
Rod Modell,
Idris Muhammad,
Rhythm & Sound,
Aaron Thompson,
Angry Samoans,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Detroit Cobras,
Big Daddy Kane,
Piero Umiliani,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Symarip,
Black Pus,
the Association,
Brick,
Thompson Twins,
The Remains,
Pylon,
the Swans,
Bootsy Collins,
Neil Young,
Lalo Schifrin,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Index,
Inner City,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Sonic Youth,
U.S. Maple,
Loose Ends,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Hasil Adkins,
The J.B.'s,
X-102,
The Standells,
The Vogues,
Shoche, Shoche, Shoche, Shoche.
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.