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 Guyana and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Gang Starr to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Sister Nancy. All the underground hits.
All Tears for Fears tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cosmic Jokers 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a New Age Steppers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Techniques,
Warren Ellis,
Robert Hood,
The Birthday Party,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Soft Machine,
Nick Fraelich,
Don Cherry,
Soulsonic Force,
The Music Machine,
Patti Smith,
The Busters,
Joey Negro,
Main Source,
Intrusion,
Dorothy Ashby,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Stooges,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Johnny Osbourne,
Ultra Naté,
D'Angelo,
Erykah Badu,
Barrington Levy,
Rotary Connection,
Bobby Sherman,
Essential Logic,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Byron Stingily,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Neon Judgement,
The Cramps,
The Grass Roots,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
48th St. Collective,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Gang Starr,
Reuben Wilson,
Nils Olav,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Robert Görl,
Sarah Menescal,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Beau Brummels,
Derrick Morgan,
Sound Behaviour,
Bauhaus,
The Raincoats,
Model 500,
Sun Ra,
Faust,
The Electric Prunes,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Cal Tjader,
Aaron Thompson,
Scratch Acid, Scratch Acid, Scratch Acid, Scratch Acid.
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.