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 Bolivia and from Cairo.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Soul Sonic Force to the electroclash 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 Gian Franco Pienzio. All the underground hits.
All Idris Muhammad tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Suburban Knight record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 rhodes and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tubeway Army 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?
Gong,
Delta 5,
The Knickerbockers,
Dennis Brown,
Q and Not U,
Little Man,
Hot Snakes,
Black Bananas,
Black Moon,
Camouflage,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Siglo XX,
Public Image Ltd.,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
OOIOO,
Trumans Water,
Man Parrish,
the Normal,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Heaven 17,
The Remains,
The Stooges,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Slick Rick,
Terrestrial Tones,
Godley & Creme,
Minnie Riperton,
Steve Hackett,
The Techniques,
Ituana,
Anthony Braxton,
Kerri Chandler,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Electric Prunes,
Tommy Roe,
The Sound,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Dual Sessions,
The Last Poets,
Soft Machine,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Unwound,
ABBA,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Red Krayola,
DNA,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Pole,
Accadde A,
Lalo Schifrin,
Barrington Levy,
Popol Vuh,
Rites of Spring,
Technova,
the Bar-Kays,
Curtis Mayfield,
Spoonie Gee,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Rekid,
Chris Corsano,
Country Teasers, Country Teasers, Country Teasers, Country Teasers.
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.