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 Tunisia and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Paris.
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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Cymande to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Skriet. All the underground hits.
All Barbara Tucker tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Leaves 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camouflage record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sam Rivers,
Thee Headcoats,
Half Japanese,
Pet Shop Boys,
Eric B and Rakim,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Accadde A,
Ten City,
Guru Guru,
Lower 48,
The Wake,
cv313,
Liliput,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Moss Icon,
The Flesh Eaters,
Das Ding,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Joy Division,
The Cure,
Echospace,
Joey Negro,
New York Dolls,
Hot Snakes,
Organ,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Dennis Brown,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Zero Boys,
Underground Resistance,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Gun Club,
Joe Smooth,
Pole,
Don Cherry,
Drive Like Jehu,
Mad Mike,
The Leaves,
Reagan Youth,
Rekid,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Dawn Penn,
Andrew Hill,
The Blackbyrds,
Clear Light,
Soft Machine,
The Detroit Cobras,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Audionom,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Popol Vuh,
Bobby Womack,
The Saints,
Arcadia,
Susan Cadogan,
Bluetip,
KRS-One,
Malaria!,
The Dead C,
Delta 5,
Moebius,
Skriet,
Beasts of Bourbon, Beasts of Bourbon, Beasts of Bourbon, Beasts of Bourbon.
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.