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 Jordan and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz to the rock 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 Oppenheimer Analysis. All the underground hits.
All Dennis Brown tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Junior Murvin record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 spring reverb and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Radiohead record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Boz Scaggs,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Trojans,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Cure,
Leonard Cohen,
LL Cool J,
Sight & Sound,
the Fania All-Stars,
Nils Olav,
Don Cherry,
Scrapy,
Heaven 17,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Cecil Taylor,
Bush Tetras,
Erasure,
Sandy B,
X-Ray Spex,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Dual Sessions,
Monks,
Average White Band,
Avey Tare,
Josef K,
Charles Mingus,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Isaac Hayes,
Matthew Bourne,
Curtis Mayfield,
Terrestrial Tones,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Moby Grape,
Delta 5,
The Toasters,
Alton Ellis,
Cal Tjader,
Lower 48,
World's Most,
Boogie Down Productions,
Big Daddy Kane,
Technova,
Desert Stars,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Banda Bassotti,
Pagans,
Section 25,
Shuggie Otis,
Wasted Youth,
Funky Four + One,
The Kinks,
New York Dolls,
The American Breed,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Blake Baxter,
Henry Cow,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Los Fastidios,
Yusef Lateef,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish.
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.