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 Monaco and from Delhi.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 arpeggiator 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 The Move to the dance 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 The Grass Roots. All the underground hits.
All The J.B.'s tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Royal Trux record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 theremin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Donald Byrd record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Invisible,
Pharoah Sanders,
Marine Girls,
The Index,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Misunderstood,
Thompson Twins,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
EPMD,
Swans,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Leaves,
Fela Kuti,
Drexciya,
Grauzone,
Surgeon,
Matthew Bourne,
The Blues Magoos,
Roy Ayers,
Flash Fearless,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Scratch Acid,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Fatback Band,
Swell Maps,
Anthony Braxton,
The Slackers,
John Holt,
Warsaw,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Lower 48,
Ohio Players,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Pylon,
Johnny Osbourne,
La Düsseldorf,
Agitation Free,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Reagan Youth,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Eli Mardock,
Crime,
Easy Going,
Isaac Hayes,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Supertramp,
Yellowson,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
F. McDonald,
Second Layer,
The Cure,
Jeff Mills,
Reuben Wilson,
T. Rex,
Moss Icon,
The Raincoats,
The Dave Clark Five,
John Lydon,
Carl Craig,
Traffic Nightmare,
Yusef Lateef, Yusef Lateef, Yusef Lateef, Yusef Lateef.
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.