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 Tajikistan and from Cairo.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Houston.
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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Cybotron to the punk 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 Doobie Brothers. All the underground hits.
All Aswad tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jandek record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 spring reverb and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Skarface record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobbi Humphrey,
Gang of Four,
Slave,
The Music Machine,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Brand Nubian,
The Invisible,
Arcadia,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Davy DMX,
Nils Olav,
Fela Kuti,
The Mojo Men,
The Raincoats,
Television Personalities,
Nik Kershaw,
Second Layer,
Tubeway Army,
FM Einheit,
Sällskapet,
David Axelrod,
The Last Poets,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Rites of Spring,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Surgeon,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Tommy Roe,
Clear Light,
Roxy Music,
Wolf Eyes,
Chris Corsano,
Deakin,
Man Eating Sloth,
Jeff Mills,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
New Age Steppers,
Yusef Lateef,
Arthur Verocai,
Letta Mbulu,
The Sonics,
Royal Trux,
Moby Grape,
Kenny Larkin,
One Last Wish,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Gong,
DJ Sneak,
Rhythm & Sound,
Skarface,
The Vogues,
kango's stein massive,
Brass Construction,
The Real Kids,
Piero Umiliani,
Animal Collective,
Scrapy,
The Sound,
the Normal,
Soul Sonic Force,
Mantronix, Mantronix, Mantronix, Mantronix.
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.