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 Mozambique and from Bologna.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 synthesizer 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 Gregory Isaacs to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 London Community Gospel Choir. All the underground hits.
All The Royal Family And The Poor tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Beasts of Bourbon 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barrington Levy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The New Christs,
Ponytail,
Black Sheep,
Babytalk,
Negative Approach,
Deepchord,
Lalann,
Cameo,
The Cure,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Whodini,
The Doobie Brothers,
B.T. Express,
Ice-T,
8 Eyed Spy,
Sparks,
Mars,
Massinfluence,
The Victims,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Thompson Twins,
World's Most,
Avey Tare,
Sarah Menescal,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Simply Red,
the Germs,
Index,
Kenny Larkin,
Ituana,
Shoche,
The Wake,
Lakeside,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Pharoah Sanders,
Minnie Riperton,
The Five Americans,
Inner City,
Peter and Kerry,
Piero Umiliani,
John Holt,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Trumans Water,
Mandrill,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Slackers,
Underground Resistance,
The Grass Roots,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Cluster,
Parry Music,
Donald Byrd,
Masters at Work,
Metal Thangz,
Skarface,
The Litter,
Minny Pops,
Outsiders,
The Skatalites,
OOIOO,
Television,
Dual Sessions, Dual Sessions, Dual Sessions, Dual Sessions.
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.