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 Guinea and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Supertramp to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Drexciya. All the underground hits.
All B.T. Express tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hardrive record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 oboe and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tres Demented record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kenny Larkin,
Zapp,
Technova,
Carl Craig,
The Smoke,
Gang of Four,
Dark Day,
Buzzcocks,
Big Daddy Kane,
Flipper,
Chrome,
June of 44,
Absolute Body Control,
Derrick Morgan,
Gastr Del Sol,
Ponytail,
David Axelrod,
Crooked Eye,
Eric Copeland,
The Raincoats,
Metal Thangz,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Kerri Chandler,
Liliput,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Martian,
The Gun Club,
Zero Boys,
Boz Scaggs,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
ABC,
Roxette,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Vladislav Delay,
Tim Buckley,
Index,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Sonny Sharrock,
Kas Product,
Arab on Radar,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Deakin,
Arcadia,
48th St. Collective,
Trumans Water,
Funky Four + One,
The Detroit Cobras,
Main Source,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Mantronix,
Rites of Spring,
Desert Stars,
Faust,
Thee Headcoats,
Bobby Womack,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Stereo Dub,
Iggy Pop,
Tubeway Army,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago, Art Ensemble Of Chicago, Art Ensemble Of Chicago, Art Ensemble Of Chicago.
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.