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 India and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 Winnipeg and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 arpeggiator 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 Wasted Youth to the disco 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 Pantaleimon. All the underground hits.
All Urselle tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Slits record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Man Parrish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Schoolly D,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Bad Manners,
Susan Cadogan,
Y Pants,
Niagra,
In Retrospect,
Ornette Coleman,
Quantec,
Iggy Pop,
Country Joe & The Fish,
X-102,
The Golliwogs,
Popol Vuh,
Symarip,
Zero Boys,
Peter & Gordon,
The Fugs,
The Gladiators,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Dual Sessions,
Ludus,
John Foxx,
Ponytail,
OOIOO,
The Smiths,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Lungfish,
Warsaw,
Rekid,
Beasts of Bourbon,
David McCallum,
Lebanon Hanover,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
John Coltrane,
Newcleus,
Eric B and Rakim,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Radiopuhelimet,
Wolf Eyes,
John Cale,
The Trojans,
New York Dolls,
48th St. Collective,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Mantronix,
Country Teasers,
Massinfluence,
The Remains,
Negative Approach,
Sixth Finger,
Amon Düül,
Basic Channel,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Brand Nubian,
The Kinks,
The Wake,
Lucky Dragons,
Cameo,
La Düsseldorf,
Donny Hathaway,
Swell Maps, Swell Maps, Swell Maps, Swell Maps.
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.