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 Tonga and from Lille.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the sitar 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 Schoolly D to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Grandmaster Flash. All the underground hits.
All Bang On A Can tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Thompson Twins record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tomorrow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
ABC,
Minnie Riperton,
Ossler,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
a-ha,
Boogie Down Productions,
Delta 5,
Camberwell Now,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Von Mondo,
Echospace,
June Days,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Trojans,
The Fuzztones,
Sister Nancy,
The Sonics,
Todd Rundgren,
Soft Machine,
Camouflage,
Monolake,
The Detroit Cobras,
Pet Shop Boys,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Arthur Verocai,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Average White Band,
Sunsets and Hearts,
8 Eyed Spy,
Ralphi Rosario,
Neil Young,
EPMD,
The Mummies,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Alton Ellis,
Au Pairs,
Derrick Morgan,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Anakelly,
Sonny Sharrock,
E-Dancer,
Livin' Joy,
Franke,
Sugar Minott,
UT,
Altered Images,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Delon & Dalcan,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Seeds,
Archie Shepp,
Stetsasonic,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Residents,
Gang of Four,
Hashim,
Terrestrial Tones,
Radiopuhelimet,
Cecil Taylor,
Peter and Kerry, Peter and Kerry, Peter and Kerry, Peter and Kerry.
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.