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 Paraguay and from Mexico City.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 snare 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 Harmonia 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 Ronnie Foster. All the underground hits.
All Kool G Rap & DJ Polo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every June of 44 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a JFA record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultimate Spinach,
Adolescents,
Anakelly,
The Doobie Brothers,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
John Cale,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Fall,
Sun City Girls,
Crispy Ambulance,
Gang Starr,
Silicon Teens,
Joyce Sims,
Man Eating Sloth,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Scott Walker,
Joe Smooth,
Sparks,
Fela Kuti,
Soft Cell,
ABBA,
Marine Girls,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Eric Dolphy,
Metal Thangz,
ABC,
Second Layer,
The Misunderstood,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Girls At Our Best!,
Monolake,
the Sonics,
Electric Prunes,
Frankie Knuckles,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Toasters,
Judy Mowatt,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Trojans,
DJ Sneak,
Bronski Beat,
Jandek,
The Victims,
Anthony Braxton,
Minny Pops,
Average White Band,
The Count Five,
Ohio Players,
Soulsonic Force,
The Kinks,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Lungfish,
Porter Ricks,
The Saints,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
La Düsseldorf,
Fugazi,
Kerri Chandler,
Pere Ubu,
Bluetip,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell, N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell, N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell, N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell.
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.