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 Mauritania and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 güiro 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 Urselle to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Kenny Larkin. All the underground hits.
All Idris Muhammad tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fort Wilson Riot 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Quadrant record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Drexciya,
Sällskapet,
kango's stein massive,
Unwound,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Frankie Knuckles,
Quando Quango,
Buzzcocks,
Black Flag,
Ultravox,
Jeru the Damaja,
Chris & Cosey,
The Last Poets,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Babytalk,
Q65,
Clear Light,
Metal Thangz,
Mr. Review,
Aswad,
Brand Nubian,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Bobby Womack,
The United States of America,
Blossom Toes,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Roxy Music,
Depeche Mode,
Marcia Griffiths,
AZ,
Thompson Twins,
Big Daddy Kane,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Glenn Branca,
Stetsasonic,
Underground Resistance,
The Five Americans,
Susan Cadogan,
Fifty Foot Hose,
MDC,
Basic Channel,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Gories,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Mo-Dettes,
Faraquet,
Yusef Lateef,
Quantec,
Japan,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Kas Product,
Ronan,
The Monochrome Set,
Ken Boothe,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
B.T. Express,
F. McDonald,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Barry Ungar,
Qualms,
Eyeless In Gaza,
DJ Sneak, DJ Sneak, DJ Sneak, DJ Sneak.
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.