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 East Timor and from Edmonton.
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 Madrid and Seoul.
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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Q and Not U to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 The Golliwogs. All the underground hits.
All Minor Threat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fifty Foot Hose 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 808 and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Essential Logic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Second Layer,
Nils Olav,
The Misunderstood,
Scott Walker,
The Cramps,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Joyce Sims,
Los Fastidios,
Index,
Gang Starr,
John Coltrane,
Gang Green,
Quando Quango,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Motorama,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Moleskins,
The Mummies,
Guru Guru,
Suburban Knight,
Public Enemy,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Banda Bassotti,
R.M.O.,
Agitation Free,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Knickerbockers,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Quantec,
Underground Resistance,
Leonard Cohen,
Toni Rubio,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Arcadia,
The Smoke,
The Skatalites,
Shuggie Otis,
Wally Richardson,
The Kinks,
Eddi Front,
Television Personalities,
The Angels of Light,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Chris Corsano,
Hashim,
Lyres,
Mars,
Panda Bear,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Jacques Brel,
Ultravox,
The Cure,
Organ,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Livin' Joy,
Ludus,
Marc Almond,
X-102,
Pierre Henry,
Groovy Waters,
Glambeats Corp.,
Heaven 17,
Ornette Coleman,
DNA, DNA, DNA, DNA.
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.