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 Fiji and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Terror Squad Feat. Camron to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Selecter. All the underground hits.
All The Raincoats tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pagans 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a OOIOO record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alison Limerick,
cv313,
Severed Heads,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Index,
Blossom Toes,
Unwound,
Funky Four + One,
Bad Manners,
Animal Collective,
ABC,
Robert Wyatt,
Kerrie Biddell,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Sparks,
Technova,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Prince Buster,
Crispian St. Peters,
Bizarre Inc.,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Ten City,
Lindisfarne,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Grass Roots,
Connie Case,
Andrew Hill,
Flipper,
Drive Like Jehu,
Tres Demented,
Gong,
Nas,
R.M.O.,
The Neon Judgement,
Monolake,
The Flesh Eaters,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Invisible,
Con Funk Shun,
Deakin,
Pharoah Sanders,
Scientists,
The Fuzztones,
Eddi Front,
The Mojo Men,
Soul II Soul,
the Swans,
The Detroit Cobras,
Isaac Hayes,
Max Romeo,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Sight & Sound,
Sam Rivers,
Junior Murvin,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Quando Quango,
Ponytail,
Ralphi Rosario,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Jeff Mills,
Glenn Branca,
Marshall Jefferson, Marshall Jefferson, Marshall Jefferson, Marshall Jefferson.
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.