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 Bhutan and from Copenhagen.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 spring reverb 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 Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Hashim. All the underground hits.
All Adolescents tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jeru the Damaja 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a CMW record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
U.S. Maple,
Niagra,
CMW,
Charles Mingus,
Q65,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Sun Ra,
Chris Corsano,
The Star Department,
Accadde A,
Stereo Dub,
Boz Scaggs,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
David Bowie,
Sixth Finger,
Scientists,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Parry Music,
Davy DMX,
Ten City,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Wake,
Swell Maps,
the Fania All-Stars,
These Immortal Souls,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Moss Icon,
KRS-One,
Carl Craig,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Arab on Radar,
The Selecter,
Au Pairs,
Eli Mardock,
Connie Case,
Sam Rivers,
Fatback Band,
Ronan,
Bluetip,
Harmonia,
Kaleidoscope,
Max Romeo,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Can,
Swans,
Letta Mbulu,
The Dirtbombs,
Bronski Beat,
Barry Ungar,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Doobie Brothers,
Howard Jones,
Anakelly,
Talk Talk,
Eurythmics,
Pantaleimon,
David McCallum,
La Düsseldorf,
Shuggie Otis,
The Searchers,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
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You don't know what you really want.
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You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.