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 Egypt and from Edmonton.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Scientists 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 JFA. All the underground hits.
All U.S. Maple tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lakeside record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kerrie Biddell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Carl Craig,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Five Americans,
World's Most,
Rufus Thomas,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Funkadelic,
Derrick Morgan,
Sam Rivers,
Darondo,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
AZ,
Boredoms,
Yusef Lateef,
Ponytail,
Symarip,
Jeru the Damaja,
Wally Richardson,
Shoche,
Eric Dolphy,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Intrusion,
Visage,
Radiohead,
Scratch Acid,
Johnny Clarke,
Thee Headcoats,
Ludus,
The Zeros,
Dark Day,
Henry Cow,
Country Teasers,
Todd Rundgren,
Ken Boothe,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Modern Lovers,
Youth Brigade,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Wake,
The Black Dice,
Wolf Eyes,
The Star Department,
Ten City,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Velvet Underground,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Moebius,
Duran Duran,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Maleditus Sound,
Kool Moe Dee,
Flash Fearless,
Tropical Tobacco,
Tim Buckley,
Bob Dylan,
X-102,
Sixth Finger,
The Evens,
Sound Behaviour,
D'Angelo,
Pulsallama,
Charles Mingus, Charles Mingus, Charles Mingus, Charles Mingus.
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.