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 Barbados and from Winnipeg.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Scientists to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Seeds. All the underground hits.
All Khruangbin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Last Poets 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ash Ra Tempel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rapeman,
Sandy B,
Marmalade,
Hasil Adkins,
Chris Corsano,
Charles Mingus,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Agent Orange,
Joe Smooth,
Scientists,
Spandau Ballet,
Marine Girls,
Pussy Galore,
Excepter,
Tim Buckley,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Trojans,
Alphaville,
Drexciya,
The Fall,
Jerry's Kids,
Davy DMX,
the Soft Cell,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Joy Division,
Wings,
DJ Sneak,
Boz Scaggs,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Subhumans,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Saints,
Oblivians,
The J.B.'s,
Mandrill,
Kenny Larkin,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Don Cherry,
Surgeon,
Unwound,
Schoolly D,
Severed Heads,
Prince Buster,
Cluster,
The Dead C,
The Blues Magoos,
La Düsseldorf,
The Zeros,
The Golliwogs,
Angry Samoans,
June Days,
Althea and Donna,
Ludus,
Essential Logic,
Crime,
The Gap Band,
Sonny Sharrock,
Letta Mbulu,
Stiv Bators,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago, Art Ensemble Of Chicago, Art Ensemble Of Chicago, Art Ensemble Of Chicago.
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.