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 Sweden and from Lagos.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 Donald Fagen 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 Bootsy Collins to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Basic Channel. All the underground hits.
All Selector Dub Narcotic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hot Snakes 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Knickerbockers,
8 Eyed Spy,
Soulsonic Force,
The Invisible,
Fela Kuti,
Graham Central Station,
F. McDonald,
Cymande,
Robert Hood,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Jandek,
Fatback Band,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
the Swans,
Radio Birdman,
Pantaleimon,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Josef K,
the Sonics,
The Vogues,
Reuben Wilson,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Lucky Dragons,
Lindisfarne,
Steve Hackett,
Andrew Hill,
Basic Channel,
The Divine Comedy,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Kinks,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Make Up,
Todd Terry,
Ossler,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Trumans Water,
Pierre Henry,
John Holt,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
KRS-One,
Negative Approach,
Mars,
Siglo XX,
The Smoke,
Babytalk,
Soul Sonic Force,
Cameo,
The Birthday Party,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Fall,
Kenny Larkin,
Excepter,
Bill Near,
Howard Jones,
The Buckinghams,
Subhumans,
Pharoah Sanders,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Lyres,
Maurizio, Maurizio, Maurizio, Maurizio.
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.