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 Iraq and from Columbus.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Cairo.
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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
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 Bill Wells to the grunge 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 Rapeman. All the underground hits.
All Roy Ayers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Country Joe & The Fish record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tubeway Army record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Grey Daturas,
The Searchers,
Anthony Braxton,
Section 25,
Laurel Aitken,
The Toasters,
Gichy Dan,
Cluster,
Eden Ahbez,
Connie Case,
Faraquet,
Franke,
The Blackbyrds,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Gang Gang Dance,
Little Man,
Ralphi Rosario,
Harry Pussy,
The Tremeloes,
Pussy Galore,
Skarface,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Interpol,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Infiniti,
Lou Reed,
OOIOO,
Tim Buckley,
Bob Dylan,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Ultimate Spinach,
Neil Young,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Blake Baxter,
Cal Tjader,
These Immortal Souls,
La Düsseldorf,
Marmalade,
The American Breed,
Bobby Byrd,
Roger Hodgson,
Pantaleimon,
Lyres,
Susan Cadogan,
John Lydon,
Alton Ellis,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Wings,
Gil Scott Heron,
Ronnie Foster,
Yellowson,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Dark Day,
Rhythm & Sound,
Basic Channel,
Minnie Riperton,
Mr. Review,
Tubeway Army,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
This Heat,
The Seeds,
Zapp, Zapp, Zapp, Zapp.
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.