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 Dominican Republic and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 harpsichord 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 Moebius to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 U.S. Maple. All the underground hits.
All Cecil Taylor tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Beasts of Bourbon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Magma record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Todd Terry,
8 Eyed Spy,
ABC,
Sight & Sound,
Television,
Judy Mowatt,
Freddie Wadling,
Crispy Ambulance,
These Immortal Souls,
Fear,
Guru Guru,
Moebius,
Barry Ungar,
Fela Kuti,
Mantronix,
The Happenings,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
10cc,
Eric Dolphy,
Panda Bear,
The Kinks,
Nik Kershaw,
Faust,
Rekid,
Letta Mbulu,
Khruangbin,
Whodini,
Vainqueur,
The Cowsills,
Kevin Saunderson,
Rosa Yemen,
Sexual Harrassment,
Gerry Rafferty,
Rod Modell,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Yusef Lateef,
The Names,
Lalann,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Brothers Johnson,
Camouflage,
Moss Icon,
James White and The Blacks,
Tim Buckley,
Peter and Kerry,
Susan Cadogan,
Ultravox,
Traffic Nightmare,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
John Lydon,
Eden Ahbez,
Nirvana,
Chris & Cosey,
Jimmy McGriff,
Harry Pussy,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Barrington Levy,
Silicon Teens,
The Black Dice, The Black Dice, The Black Dice, The Black Dice.
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.