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 Columbus.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Joyce Sims to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 These Immortal Souls. All the underground hits.
All Gong tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wally Richardson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a June Days record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Swans,
Skaos,
Bob Dylan,
Lindisfarne,
Amazonics,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Scrapy,
Peter & Gordon,
The Saints,
Electric Prunes,
James White and The Blacks,
Maurizio,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Man Parrish,
Darondo,
Laurel Aitken,
Y Pants,
Eric Dolphy,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Letta Mbulu,
Peter and Kerry,
Q and Not U,
X-102,
Grandmaster Flash,
Crooked Eye,
Pantytec,
Aural Exciters,
Avey Tare,
Archie Shepp,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
F. McDonald,
Faust,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Tomorrow,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Soul II Soul,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Golliwogs,
Sexual Harrassment,
Camouflage,
The Slackers,
Sarah Menescal,
X-101,
Ultra Naté,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Tears for Fears,
Excepter,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Monks,
The Vogues,
Deepchord,
The Skatalites,
Scratch Acid,
Pussy Galore,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Alton Ellis,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Banda Bassotti,
cv313,
Hashim,
Angry Samoans, Angry Samoans, Angry Samoans, Angry Samoans.
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.