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 Brunei and from Bremen.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Sound Behaviour to the grime 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 Soulsonic Force. All the underground hits.
All Cecil Taylor tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sexual Harrassment record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Neu! record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DJ Sneak,
Patti Smith,
Brass Construction,
Reuben Wilson,
Schoolly D,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Severed Heads,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Saccharine Trust,
Gang of Four,
The Doors,
Minnie Riperton,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Zero Boys,
Ten City,
ABBA,
Hot Snakes,
Little Man,
Boredoms,
The American Breed,
Rites of Spring,
Crime,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Fear,
Funkadelic,
Kayak,
Roy Ayers,
Idris Muhammad,
EPMD,
the Swans,
Echospace,
Avey Tare,
Man Parrish,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Young Rascals,
Heaven 17,
Alison Limerick,
a-ha,
Eurythmics,
Smog,
Cameo,
Technova,
The Index,
Mr. Review,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Gang Gang Dance,
Hashim,
Gabor Szabo,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Pop Group,
Sound Behaviour,
L. Decosne,
Loose Ends,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Piero Umiliani,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Man Eating Sloth,
Rhythm & Sound,
Mandrill,
Quadrant, Quadrant, Quadrant, Quadrant.
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.