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 Seychelles and from Hong Kong.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
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 Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines to the funk 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 Bizarre Inc.. All the underground hits.
All Boogie Down Productions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joe Finger 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Boogie Down Productions record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
T. Rex,
Agitation Free,
The Seeds,
The Blackbyrds,
Tommy Roe,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Colin Newman,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
D'Angelo,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Todd Rundgren,
Eddi Front,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Amazonics,
Lungfish,
Jerry's Kids,
Easy Going,
Stiv Bators,
Avey Tare,
Warren Ellis,
Mary Jane Girls,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Gang Starr,
Absolute Body Control,
Crispian St. Peters,
Nas,
Harpers Bizarre,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Modern Lovers,
The Fortunes,
Lalo Schifrin,
Barrington Levy,
The Monks,
Ludus,
Skarface,
Delta 5,
The Count Five,
Jeru the Damaja,
Sandy B,
The Red Krayola,
The Sisters of Mercy,
a-ha,
Panda Bear,
cv313,
Susan Cadogan,
The Walker Brothers,
X-101,
Mark Hollis,
Crispy Ambulance,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Sam Rivers,
The Leaves,
Gregory Isaacs,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Big Daddy Kane,
Hasil Adkins,
Ken Boothe,
The Index,
DNA, DNA, DNA, DNA.
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.