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 Israel and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Lyon.
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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Mary Jane Girls to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic. All the underground hits.
All ABC tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Monolake 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Malaria! record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kevin Saunderson,
Main Source,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Ohio Players,
E-Dancer,
Eurythmics,
Absolute Body Control,
X-Ray Spex,
Livin' Joy,
Sam Rivers,
Thee Headcoats,
Danielle Patucci,
Soul Sonic Force,
Curtis Mayfield,
Yaz,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Lalann,
The Detroit Cobras,
Carl Craig,
Theoretical Girls,
Gang Gang Dance,
Fela Kuti,
John Holt,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
OOIOO,
Wally Richardson,
Radiopuhelimet,
Maleditus Sound,
The Angels of Light,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Aloha Tigers,
June Days,
Lyres,
Wire,
U.S. Maple,
New Age Steppers,
Mary Jane Girls,
Intrusion,
Dead Boys,
The Fortunes,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Fugs,
Scan 7,
Man Parrish,
Patti Smith,
Sandy B,
Fatback Band,
Jawbox,
Porter Ricks,
Eddi Front,
Avey Tare,
Das Ding,
The Victims,
Chris Corsano,
Sonic Youth,
Pantytec,
Ludus,
Blake Baxter,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Fort Wilson Riot, Fort Wilson Riot, Fort Wilson Riot, Fort Wilson Riot.
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.