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 Thailand and from Milan.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Sao Paulo.
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 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 Captain Beefheart 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 Das Ding to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Qualms. All the underground hits.
All Art Ensemble Of Chicago tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eli Mardock record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jacques Brel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
This Heat,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Severed Heads,
Gang Green,
Avey Tare,
Surgeon,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
New York Dolls,
Pere Ubu,
The Blues Magoos,
MC5,
Bizarre Inc.,
Sugar Minott,
LL Cool J,
Stereo Dub,
Fad Gadget,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Birthday Party,
Iggy Pop,
Accadde A,
Soul Sonic Force,
Spandau Ballet,
Shoche,
Junior Murvin,
Dark Day,
Fat Boys,
Moss Icon,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Five Americans,
Lindisfarne,
The Slits,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Reuben Wilson,
Idris Muhammad,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Dorothy Ashby,
Ponytail,
The Electric Prunes,
Cecil Taylor,
the Soft Cell,
Blossom Toes,
David Bowie,
The Happenings,
Black Moon,
Spoonie Gee,
Fear,
Amazonics,
Urselle,
Blancmange,
Chris Corsano,
The Golliwogs,
Outsiders,
Slick Rick,
The Buckinghams,
Frankie Knuckles,
Quadrant,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Simply Red,
Schoolly D,
The Zeros,
Zero Boys, Zero Boys, Zero Boys, Zero Boys.
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.