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 China and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron 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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the theremin 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 Minor Threat to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Main Source. All the underground hits.
All Rhythim Is Rhythim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Monochrome Set record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Young Rascals record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
New Age Steppers,
Freddie Wadling,
The Misunderstood,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Black Pus,
Lou Reed,
Bootsy Collins,
The Zeros,
Robert Hood,
Camouflage,
Agent Orange,
Public Enemy,
B.T. Express,
ABC,
D'Angelo,
Yusef Lateef,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Boogie Down Productions,
Das Ding,
John Cale,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Smoke,
EPMD,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Knickerbockers,
the Bar-Kays,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Gichy Dan,
Carl Craig,
Skaos,
The Mummies,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Section 25,
Khruangbin,
The Happenings,
Magma,
Angry Samoans,
The Gap Band,
Arcadia,
Con Funk Shun,
Los Fastidios,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Nas,
Warsaw,
Bill Near,
Scan 7,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Invisible,
The Modern Lovers,
The Trojans,
Ituana,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Heaven 17,
Rapeman,
The Selecter,
The Evens,
Eric Copeland,
James White and The Blacks,
Cluster,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Chris & Cosey,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Altered Images,
Slick Rick, Slick Rick, Slick Rick, Slick Rick.
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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.