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 Liechtenstein and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 marimba 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 MC5 to the rap 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 Radiohead. All the underground hits.
All Cymande tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang Green record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Doobie Brothers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eric Dolphy,
Livin' Joy,
LL Cool J,
The New Christs,
MC5,
Cheater Slicks,
the Association,
Niagra,
Graham Central Station,
F. McDonald,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Star Department,
Crime,
Ten City,
Glambeats Corp.,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Quadrant,
Young Marble Giants,
Smog,
Rhythm & Sound,
Lungfish,
Sixth Finger,
Tomorrow,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Nils Olav,
The Dead C,
Public Enemy,
Y Pants,
Ludus,
John Holt,
The Cowsills,
Lalo Schifrin,
Robert Hood,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Angry Samoans,
Throbbing Gristle,
Trumans Water,
a-ha,
Andrew Hill,
Iggy Pop,
DNA,
Fear,
The American Breed,
Sam Rivers,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Rufus Thomas,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Detroit Cobras,
Kaleidoscope,
Minny Pops,
Blossom Toes,
Donald Byrd,
Junior Murvin,
Pole,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Liliput,
Johnny Clarke,
Pylon, Pylon, Pylon, Pylon.
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.