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 Mozambique and from London.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 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 Notorious Big And Bone Thugs to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 It's A Beautiful Day. All the underground hits.
All Vainqueur tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bill Wells record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Schoolly D record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
OOIOO,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Erykah Badu,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Five Americans,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Lungfish,
Mo-Dettes,
Jacob Miller,
Todd Rundgren,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Amon Düül II,
Skaos,
Sällskapet,
Inner City,
June Days,
Guru Guru,
Pantaleimon,
Glambeats Corp.,
Scientists,
Funkadelic,
Chrome,
Ohio Players,
The Moody Blues,
Unwound,
The Knickerbockers,
Al Stewart,
Matthew Bourne,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Cheater Slicks,
Godley & Creme,
Faraquet,
Anthony Braxton,
Young Marble Giants,
Joensuu 1685,
Main Source,
The Fuzztones,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Fugs,
The Names,
Donny Hathaway,
The Vogues,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Trumans Water,
Suburban Knight,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Eric Copeland,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Slackers,
Bill Wells,
Bob Dylan,
The United States of America,
Sound Behaviour,
Roxy Music,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Leaves,
The Gories,
the Bar-Kays,
Easy Going,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Alarm Clocks, The Alarm Clocks, The Alarm Clocks, The Alarm Clocks.
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.