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 Papua New Guinea and from Spokane.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 808 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 Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Quantec. All the underground hits.
All Donald Byrd tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lungfish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Arab on Radar,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Detroit Cobras,
Roxy Music,
Eden Ahbez,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Scott Walker,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Los Fastidios,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Alison Limerick,
Basic Channel,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Traffic Nightmare,
Jeff Mills,
Bill Near,
The Kinks,
Dorothy Ashby,
Rapeman,
Suicide,
Bang On A Can,
DJ Sneak,
E-Dancer,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Groovy Waters,
The Pop Group,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Cecil Taylor,
Rotary Connection,
Roy Ayers,
Archie Shepp,
the Bar-Kays,
Eric B and Rakim,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Pulsallama,
Michelle Simonal,
Nik Kershaw,
Morten Harket,
Cymande,
Pere Ubu,
The Gladiators,
The Names,
Little Man,
Arcadia,
F. McDonald,
Essential Logic,
Graham Central Station,
DNA,
Mr. Review,
The Angels of Light,
Nick Fraelich,
The Slackers,
Smog,
Soulsonic Force,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Flesh Eaters,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
the Sonics,
Sight & Sound,
Ralphi Rosario, Ralphi Rosario, Ralphi Rosario, Ralphi Rosario.
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.