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 Uruguay and from Manila.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Piero Umiliani to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Jeru the Damaja. All the underground hits.
All London Community Gospel Choir tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hashim 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Mighty Diamonds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bronski Beat,
Fluxion,
The Techniques,
Don Cherry,
Japan,
Crispy Ambulance,
kango's stein massive,
Brothers Johnson,
Massinfluence,
Susan Cadogan,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Wings,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Gun Club,
Eve St. Jones,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Second Layer,
Little Man,
Kerri Chandler,
Curtis Mayfield,
Scrapy,
Masters at Work,
Connie Case,
The Gories,
Shoche,
John Cale,
The Monochrome Set,
The Residents,
Monks,
Mary Jane Girls,
Robert Hood,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Man Eating Sloth,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
New Order,
Blossom Toes,
Whodini,
Donald Byrd,
Bang On A Can,
Hot Snakes,
Rufus Thomas,
Jesper Dahlback,
Tommy Roe,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Nas,
One Last Wish,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Josef K,
the Fania All-Stars,
Essential Logic,
Matthew Bourne,
Groovy Waters,
Big Daddy Kane,
X-101,
Ultra Naté,
Hasil Adkins,
Easy Going,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Erykah Badu,
Ten City,
Davy DMX,
Motorama,
Deadbeat,
Michelle Simonal, Michelle Simonal, Michelle Simonal, Michelle Simonal.
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.