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 Singapore and from Madrid.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
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 The United States of America to the funk 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 The Fortunes. All the underground hits.
All Cybotron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Arthur Verocai record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Q and Not U,
Eric B and Rakim,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Fugazi,
The Kinks,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Radio Birdman,
The Zeros,
Joey Negro,
Janne Schatter,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Kayak,
Malaria!,
Masters at Work,
Blancmange,
Derrick Morgan,
Underground Resistance,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Swell Maps,
Nick Fraelich,
Todd Terry,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Skaos,
Model 500,
Robert Hood,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
R.M.O.,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Dead C,
The Fortunes,
Kerri Chandler,
Los Fastidios,
Flamin' Groovies,
Deadbeat,
OOIOO,
Scion,
the Human League,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Hashim,
The Selecter,
Banda Bassotti,
Marvin Gaye,
Dark Day,
Rapeman,
Donny Hathaway,
Johnny Osbourne,
Toni Rubio,
Visage,
Bluetip,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Golliwogs,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
kango's stein massive,
Cymande,
Gang Starr,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Derrick May, Derrick May, Derrick May, Derrick May.
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.