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 Peru and from Manchester.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 güiro 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 Ash Ra Tempel 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 Ralphi Rosario. All the underground hits.
All Fad Gadget tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every D'Angelo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 theremin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Graham Central Station record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tom Boy,
Soft Machine,
The Golliwogs,
Subhumans,
John Lydon,
Jeff Mills,
Judy Mowatt,
This Heat,
Guru Guru,
Davy DMX,
Kenny Larkin,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Soul II Soul,
Chris Corsano,
Yaz,
Arcadia,
Negative Approach,
Mark Hollis,
The Stooges,
Sonic Youth,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Mad Mike,
Junior Murvin,
Sarah Menescal,
Spoonie Gee,
Joy Division,
Brothers Johnson,
Public Enemy,
Gong,
Cecil Taylor,
Cluster,
Pole,
John Cale,
Mission of Burma,
Pantaleimon,
Lalann,
Crispian St. Peters,
Eric Copeland,
R.M.O.,
The Fall,
the Human League,
Roy Ayers,
The Doobie Brothers,
Y Pants,
Boz Scaggs,
Make Up,
The Motions,
The Fuzztones,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Divine Comedy,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Deadbeat,
The J.B.'s,
New Age Steppers,
Procol Harum,
Von Mondo,
The Slackers,
The Blues Magoos,
La Düsseldorf,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Brass Construction,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Move, The Move, The Move, The Move.
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.