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 Rwanda and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Manila.
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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Rites of Spring to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Eric B and Rakim. All the underground hits.
All Siouxsie and the Banshees tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Albert Ayler 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a DNA record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eric Dolphy,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
8 Eyed Spy,
Technova,
Brick,
Isaac Hayes,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Grey Daturas,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Organ,
The Cramps,
The Smiths,
Agent Orange,
The Music Machine,
Tears for Fears,
Henry Cow,
Anthony Braxton,
Drexciya,
Bill Near,
Sex Pistols,
KRS-One,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Golliwogs,
Altered Images,
Gang Gang Dance,
D'Angelo,
Lakeside,
The Barracudas,
Fatback Band,
The Star Department,
Yazoo,
The Zeros,
Barbara Tucker,
Cheater Slicks,
Shoche,
Arcadia,
The Skatalites,
Lindisfarne,
The Trojans,
Skarface,
Unwound,
Barry Ungar,
Aural Exciters,
Vladislav Delay,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Joy Division,
The Young Rascals,
Nick Fraelich,
LL Cool J,
Subhumans,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Boz Scaggs,
Suicide,
Ornette Coleman,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Roxette,
MDC,
Faust, Faust, Faust, Faust.
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.