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 Guinea-Bissau and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Taipei.
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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Sun Ra Arkestra to the electroclash 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 The Royal Family And The Poor. All the underground hits.
All Crime tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Misunderstood record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 snare and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brothers Johnson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang Starr,
Yaz,
Prince Buster,
The Invisible,
E-Dancer,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Scan 7,
Eden Ahbez,
Gong,
Cybotron,
Ohio Players,
Ultravox,
Echospace,
ABC,
Be Bop Deluxe,
the Slits,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Eric Dolphy,
Ice-T,
Colin Newman,
La Düsseldorf,
Oneida,
Junior Murvin,
The Associates,
Sun Ra,
Skaos,
Kerrie Biddell,
Talk Talk,
Pylon,
Kas Product,
Fela Kuti,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Urselle,
Spoonie Gee,
The Busters,
Kaleidoscope,
Gichy Dan,
Pere Ubu,
Gang of Four,
The Mojo Men,
Mark Hollis,
The Techniques,
AZ,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Robert Hood,
Yellowson,
Charles Mingus,
Bobby Sherman,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Fall,
The Moleskins,
Agitation Free,
Slick Rick,
The Beau Brummels,
Don Cherry,
Connie Case,
Gang Gang Dance,
Eric B and Rakim,
Drive Like Jehu,
Vladislav Delay,
Selector Dub Narcotic, Selector Dub Narcotic, Selector Dub Narcotic, Selector Dub Narcotic.
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.