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 Cambodia and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Basic Channel to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Slick Rick. All the underground hits.
All Ludus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Art Ensemble Of Chicago record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camberwell Now record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Big Daddy Kane,
Sight & Sound,
Wings,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Faraquet,
Byron Stingily,
The Offenders,
The Skatalites,
D'Angelo,
UT,
Ludus,
Fatback Band,
Arthur Verocai,
Mo-Dettes,
Bronski Beat,
The Red Krayola,
Kas Product,
E-Dancer,
The Last Poets,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Basic Channel,
Dead Boys,
Radio Birdman,
Al Stewart,
Joe Finger,
Suicide,
A Certain Ratio,
Idris Muhammad,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Wake,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Moss Icon,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Gang of Four,
The Residents,
Mandrill,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Crispian St. Peters,
Jerry Gold Smith,
K-Klass,
Agent Orange,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Reuben Wilson,
Black Flag,
Glenn Branca,
Lou Christie,
MC5,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Tommy Roe,
Lungfish,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Fugs,
Joyce Sims,
Circle Jerks,
Grey Daturas,
KRS-One,
the Bar-Kays,
Cecil Taylor,
Slick Rick,
Das Ding, Das Ding, Das Ding, Das Ding.
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.