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 Greece and from Columbus.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 The Litter to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Neon Judgement. All the underground hits.
All DeepChord presents Echospace tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Blossom Toes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 sitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Reuben Wilson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Derrick May,
Boredoms,
a-ha,
Piero Umiliani,
Nils Olav,
Avey Tare,
The Dave Clark Five,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Brand Nubian,
Pylon,
Ohio Players,
Crooked Eye,
Grey Daturas,
Scrapy,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Nas,
Gichy Dan,
Maurizio,
Mo-Dettes,
Kool Moe Dee,
Dawn Penn,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Model 500,
Mark Hollis,
June Days,
Unrelated Segments,
Ken Boothe,
Neil Young,
Letta Mbulu,
Bobby Sherman,
Ultimate Spinach,
Gong,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Yazoo,
The Zeros,
Agent Orange,
Crime,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Inner City,
Vainqueur,
AZ,
Black Moon,
Lalann,
Popol Vuh,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Eve St. Jones,
Stereo Dub,
The Slackers,
Jandek,
The Index,
Gang of Four,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Malaria!,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Hashim,
Trumans Water,
Andrew Hill,
The Names,
Danielle Patucci,
Schoolly D, Schoolly D, Schoolly D, Schoolly D.
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.