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 Equatorial Guinea and from Lille.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 marimba 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 Cheater Slicks to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Flash Fearless. All the underground hits.
All Bill Near tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Maleditus Sound 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Reed & Metallica record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Chris Corsano,
Kaleidoscope,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Zeros,
Andrew Hill,
Kerri Chandler,
Urselle,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Quando Quango,
Soulsonic Force,
Angry Samoans,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Cluster,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Von Mondo,
Jacob Miller,
Harmonia,
Kas Product,
Desert Stars,
Public Enemy,
Cal Tjader,
FM Einheit,
Mary Jane Girls,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Roxy Music,
Silicon Teens,
The Count Five,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Aural Exciters,
Brick,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Fire Engines,
Toni Rubio,
The Neon Judgement,
David McCallum,
Dennis Brown,
Yusef Lateef,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Gladiators,
Curtis Mayfield,
Sparks,
The United States of America,
Japan,
Ultra Naté,
Archie Shepp,
June of 44,
The Fuzztones,
Mandrill,
Bill Near,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Moby Grape,
Mad Mike,
Bobby Sherman,
The Human League,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Moody Blues,
Amazonics,
Fear,
Donald Byrd,
Suburban Knight,
Sunsets and Hearts,
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.