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 Cambodia and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Vainqueur to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Marcia Griffiths. All the underground hits.
All Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Negative Approach record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Art Ensemble Of Chicago record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Charles Mingus,
The Techniques,
The Zeros,
Unrelated Segments,
The Toasters,
The Leaves,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Gun Club,
Brick,
FM Einheit,
The Birthday Party,
Albert Ayler,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Remains,
Amazonics,
the Swans,
Aloha Tigers,
Ossler,
The Index,
Metal Thangz,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Sonics,
Slick Rick,
Erykah Badu,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Make Up,
Andrew Hill,
Blake Baxter,
X-Ray Spex,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Soul Sonic Force,
Cluster,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Cure,
cv313,
Scientists,
F. McDonald,
H. Thieme,
Anthony Braxton,
Marmalade,
a-ha,
E-Dancer,
Pagans,
Nick Fraelich,
Suicide,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Aural Exciters,
The Pretty Things,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Khruangbin,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Gil Scott Heron,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Sister Nancy,
Rites of Spring,
Pulsallama,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Depeche Mode,
Reuben Wilson,
The Smiths, The Smiths, The Smiths, The Smiths.
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.