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 Morocco and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 The Last Poets to the crunk 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 Kaleidoscope. All the underground hits.
All The Slackers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Danielle Patucci 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pylon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
E-Dancer,
Ituana,
D'Angelo,
Organ,
Warren Ellis,
Livin' Joy,
Alice Coltrane,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Simply Red,
Pantaleimon,
The Beau Brummels,
Soul II Soul,
Susan Cadogan,
Jimmy McGriff,
48th St. Collective,
Tim Buckley,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Whodini,
Das Ding,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Dorothy Ashby,
Eddi Front,
Barbara Tucker,
Agent Orange,
Jerry's Kids,
Newcleus,
Sam Rivers,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Fad Gadget,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
In Retrospect,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Shoche,
The Modern Lovers,
Drive Like Jehu,
MC5,
Infiniti,
Max Romeo,
Junior Murvin,
Dennis Brown,
UT,
Big Daddy Kane,
Grauzone,
Nico,
Malaria!,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Chris & Cosey,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Stiv Bators,
Fluxion,
Marcia Griffiths,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Skatalites,
Japan,
The Moleskins,
Bluetip,
Lee Hazlewood,
Rod Modell,
Royal Trux,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Brand Nubian, Brand Nubian, Brand Nubian, Brand Nubian.
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.