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 Liberia and from Tokyo.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Bobbi Humphrey to the rock 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 Ohio Players. All the underground hits.
All The Grass Roots tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Johnny Osbourne record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 clarinet and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Niagra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Idris Muhammad,
Inner City,
Khruangbin,
Deakin,
Suicide,
Kerri Chandler,
Alice Coltrane,
Masters at Work,
Jeru the Damaja,
Pantytec,
Crooked Eye,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Moebius,
The Moleskins,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Tres Demented,
the Swans,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Move,
Erykah Badu,
the Germs,
New York Dolls,
Black Sheep,
Slave,
Radio Birdman,
Wolf Eyes,
Quantec,
Wasted Youth,
Monks,
Jandek,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Stereo Dub,
Flipper,
Rapeman,
John Foxx,
Donny Hathaway,
Delon & Dalcan,
the Slits,
John Lydon,
The Offenders,
Thompson Twins,
UT,
ABBA,
Scrapy,
Sexual Harrassment,
Arcadia,
Tubeway Army,
Dave Gahan,
Nico,
The Birthday Party,
Alison Limerick,
Roxette,
Procol Harum,
Nas,
Cheater Slicks,
Ponytail,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Tropical Tobacco,
The J.B.'s,
Das Ding,
Kurtis Blow, Kurtis Blow, Kurtis Blow, Kurtis Blow.
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.