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 Georgia and from Madrid.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 synthesizer 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 The Peanut Butter Conspiracy to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 CMW. All the underground hits.
All Davy DMX tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Erasure record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jimmy McGriff record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Donald Byrd,
Flipper,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Alton Ellis,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Move,
Iggy Pop,
Scan 7,
The Real Kids,
June of 44,
The Star Department,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Oneida,
Deakin,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Jesper Dahlback,
Adolescents,
Talk Talk,
Brass Construction,
Sixth Finger,
Maurizio,
the Fania All-Stars,
Quando Quango,
Peter and Kerry,
Amon Düül,
The Doobie Brothers,
Minny Pops,
The Seeds,
Grey Daturas,
Erasure,
John Coltrane,
Gang Starr,
Whodini,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Von Mondo,
Minutemen,
The Blues Magoos,
Al Stewart,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Skarface,
Aural Exciters,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Derrick May,
Ornette Coleman,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Porter Ricks,
Albert Ayler,
U.S. Maple,
Eric Copeland,
The Monks,
Barrington Levy,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Q and Not U,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Electric Prunes,
Smog,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Derrick Morgan,
Surgeon,
Kenny Larkin,
Banda Bassotti,
Man Parrish,
The Wake,
The Litter, The Litter, The Litter, The Litter.
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.