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 Austria and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 808 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 Eric B and Rakim to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Vaughan Mason & Crew. All the underground hits.
All Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DeepChord presents Echospace record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Vainqueur record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lakeside,
Main Source,
Anakelly,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Pantaleimon,
Minutemen,
Skriet,
Mission of Burma,
Robert Wyatt,
Public Enemy,
Danielle Patucci,
Bush Tetras,
Fifty Foot Hose,
the Soft Cell,
Eli Mardock,
Don Cherry,
The Star Department,
Eve St. Jones,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Gap Band,
Oneida,
Man Eating Sloth,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Hardrive,
Todd Terry,
Eden Ahbez,
Schoolly D,
Ludus,
Sun Ra,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Aural Exciters,
The Modern Lovers,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Zapp,
Graham Central Station,
Ash Ra Tempel,
China Crisis,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Ponytail,
Newcleus,
Morten Harket,
Suburban Knight,
Rotary Connection,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Liliput,
Little Man,
Young Marble Giants,
Sam Rivers,
Cybotron,
Unrelated Segments,
Dark Day,
The American Breed,
Davy DMX,
David McCallum,
Animal Collective,
Los Fastidios,
Supertramp,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Last Poets,
Magma,
The Electric Prunes,
Arcadia, Arcadia, Arcadia, Arcadia.
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.