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 Bologna.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
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 Black Sheep to the grunge 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 Severed Heads. All the underground hits.
All Sun Ra Arkestra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Slackers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cymande record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Toni Rubio,
ABC,
Ohio Players,
Minutemen,
Procol Harum,
The Gories,
Sonny Sharrock,
Kevin Saunderson,
Animal Collective,
The Last Poets,
Kas Product,
Crash Course in Science,
Motorama,
Letta Mbulu,
R.M.O.,
Joensuu 1685,
The Grass Roots,
Fear,
World's Most,
The Cowsills,
Lindisfarne,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Chris Corsano,
Fugazi,
The Blackbyrds,
Neu!,
the Germs,
Matthew Halsall,
Eric B and Rakim,
Wasted Youth,
FM Einheit,
Marcia Griffiths,
Bad Manners,
Subhumans,
Marvin Gaye,
Visage,
Dark Day,
Moebius,
B.T. Express,
The Barracudas,
Rod Modell,
Urselle,
Q65,
The J.B.'s,
T. Rex,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Simply Red,
Albert Ayler,
Kenny Larkin,
Funkadelic,
Charles Mingus,
Rhythm & Sound,
kango's stein massive,
Kerri Chandler,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Excepter,
The Fugs,
Khruangbin,
Eric Dolphy,
Crime,
Wire, Wire, Wire, Wire.
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.